Peace blooms
in the sheets that separate you from me

in the fragments squandered on guilty stares

we lay silently, exposed
pulled at opposite ends with determined notions
of what it is to be
or who we might now appear as to one another
loving animal lunatics
swapping microcosmic myths
ensnared in opposing forms
dictated by multitudes of imponderable framework
reduced into ourselves and refined into dusty essence

Our intrigue abolished
by an unexpected and undesirable morning
when finally we found ourselves vulnerable and sick