Saturday, September 15, 2012

Young lovers

Based on a couple I saw on the street yesterday. Almost made me wish I was young again. Almost.

This too must end -
the interlocking of limbs
the bumping with each others bits
and the rhythmic comfort of stroking.

And with them the rows fully clothed
in the kitchen too small to contain them
you turning to suppress your rage
and banging your head on the stove

Also the expert fingers
blindly following their sensitive paths
to the mechanical explosion in the dark
and the end of all things.

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