TOGETHER, ON THEiR BACKS, FLAT 
NO-ONE iS SAD 
ENTWiNED, STRANGELY NOT LOOKiNG AHEAD 
FEARiNG ONE OF THEM WAS BEiNG SOMEHOW MiSLED 
LiPS FROM KiSSiNG CHAPPED AND CHERRY-RED 
UNSURE BUT FED 
FROM WHiSPERS AND TOUCHES AND BEiNG LEAD 
THROUGHOUT THE NiGHT WiTHOUT REGRET 
SCRATCHES ALONG THEiR BACKS THEY SPREAD
ViSiBLY iN THE MiRROR ABOVE THE BED 
WAKiNG SLOWLY WiTH DREAD 
WONDERiNG WHO WOULD FiRST ABSQUATULATE, iNSTEAD 
THEY ARE WAiTiNG, LONGiNG SOMETHiNG ELSE LAY AHEAD 
SiLENCE iS RULiNG, HOPE iS WiDESPREAD 
BUT ARE THEY WiLLiNG TO BET? 

WEEKEND-WRiTiNG-PROMPT #334

your opinion?

i'm curious.