Two lovers: tangled in words and sheets,
cower behind walls twelve feet high and deep.

Two lovers: lost in mazes of minds and
of bodies they only recently set free. 
Afraid of the fall inevitable.

Two lovers: and they can finally see
their desires are matched and are free.

I love you, one says,
And the other replies- breaking down 
walls she built twelve feet thick and high.

There's nothing left now,
but their two naked hearts,
their two exposed souls.
With their cracked an lovely parts-
Waiting to be written,
Waiting to be discovered.

Knowing all the while 
each holds the piece to a possible disaster. 
Because love once let in is not easily let out.

L E Dow 2012