Voices whisper in the dark,
A park bench,
Two shadows,
His arm around her shoulders,
Heads learning towards each other’s,
Faces and inch,
And then connected,
Lip to lip,
Both rising from some other place
Easing into this new space,
Into each other,
Sharing more than just
Each other’s air,
Fingers feeling their way
In the dark
Over elevated landscape,
Tenderly at first
Then inflexible,
Exploding inside like
An over inflated balloon,
Hissing its slow release
In the dark,
She whispering
Lost words
Neither needs to remember
In the morning,
Only that it had been said,
And acknowledged
Whispering
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