Saturday, July 26, 2014



Voices whisper in the dark,

A park bench,

Two shadows,

His arm around her shoulders,

Heads learning towards each otherís,

Faces and inch,

And then connected,

Lip to lip,

Both rising from some other place

Easing into this new space,

Into each other,

Sharing more than just

Each otherís air,

Fingers feeling their way

In the dark

Over elevated landscape,

Tenderly at first

Then inflexible,

Exploding inside like

An over inflated balloon,

Hissing its slow release

In the dark,

She whispering

Lost words

Neither needs to remember

In the morning,

Only that it had been said,

And acknowledged




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