For a brief interlude

two bodies 

entwined,

each rolling dissonance

with the need

to create

dissembling obfuscation

in a sweet moment

of contentment.

The twinkling stars

bear witness as

the wind imitates

the rub of limbs.

Their intimate moment

betrayed.

The boundaries 

established once more.

Legs, arms declare

personal space

while lyrics of love

face doom

as the distance

grows

and the bedding

yawns.

I want to thank Victor Alemar and Bill Waters for their suggestions. I can’t wait to hear your input on the changes.