the lovers ...

the lovers ...

two lovers
lie on the bed
her left hand
draped quietly
on his shoulder
each finger silent
except for the one
bearing a simple gold ring
their lips touch
and do not touch
in a suspended paradox
a kiss
frozen in time
never quite complete
and yet so much more
than complete

their bodies are hidden
concealed by
a soft white cover
seemingly placed
carefully over them
with a crease in the fabric
perfecting a line
across the slope
downwards from their hips
to their feet
and above them
cotton netting
hangs suspended
in folds
that have yellowed slightly
with age

and you are here
as a witness
to some defining moment
when this tableaux
comes to life
and the two lovers
move in the bed
turning and twisting
into one another
as they complete
the dance of love
and if your eyes
do not fail you
you will see
the bubs of foliage
spring from where
their bodies intersect
and the fragrance of flowers
will fill the room
do not be amazed
and do not be frightened
for it is you
who have made it so

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