A single entwined mass
Swims in moonlit aquamarine
Anchored against torid tides

With tipsy eyes turned towards alternate shores,
Tongues wag tales to while away time

Two mariners pre-mourning the moment
When water forces empty space
Between their tangled fleet

If I was asked to
Fold my life in two,
I'd place the crease
Where I discovered Tool

Brutality and barbarism

Broken bodies,
Brittle hearts,
Bruised egos

Bitterness breeds

Brazen boots
Build borders,
Beat drums

*******

A nap,
Planned,
But not taken

What better way
To while the time,
Than with our arms
Thus intertwined

Some days,
I crave
Some time
With yours
On mine

We're good consumers,
Until tomorrow's social standards
Deem today's behaviour immoral.

We are criminals in waiting,
Until tomorrow
Justifies today's crime.

Are we prisoners,
Now and forever?