the gentle yielding of the hand
begs for comfort of the other.
we never used words, because these become superfluous.
you're lovely but i did not say this.
with strain'd ease we fit the folded sheets
and bent the bridge.
i called to keep up. i was nearly left behind.
come back to me and let us dance
unfinished business left us blind.
they stopped to hold their heads heavy,
my eyes were soaked with pleasure
and your pace quickened.
they, on whom helen's hated luster bequeath
and speak hushly of our fated stance.
instead we dipped ours into lukewarm water
and tried to breathe.
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