the movements
      well-rehearsed,
                the dialogue
                                      forced,
the breath heavier than necessary,
but the sheets were still sweaty, your fingernails still digging,
                       the movements
                   felt alright,
       exhale love,
inhale war.
our eyes sewn shut, as we'd vision trip for some foreign bed,
we'd bite our lips at each new venue, deeper, faster, finishing,
crash at each others' side, look at each other for the first time
                                                            ­                                             since we began
                                                                                                                            the night.