gallant, galloping, short-sighted symphonies,
fall down like rain drops, shimmering, tapping,
beneath the bed frames of lovers du jour,
hallways, empty and narrow

synchronized breath of nervous bodies
sweaty palms and tangled hair combine
lust overpowers logic
as they contemplate, as ardor triumphs

instinct, dominant, calls out in whisper;
the loud pulsing of breath is deafening,
breathless, chokeholds, moving in time
with heartbeats, held and pushed to their ends

whispers incoherent, hot breath becomes deafening
fumbling hands find solace in each others presence
an illustration of loneliness?
possibly