If we’re supposed to be past the age of indulging
in connubiality already - then who’s dreaming - &
where’s the evidence; doesn’t seem any bits are
failing expectations of functionality; expressing a
mildly different perspective perhaps: undaunted,
its motivation clears the air as equally as a flush
of adrenalin bares our souls’ mutuality - not raw
and urgent as it was but compellingly still there
That may be the only answer needed; orgasmic
relief graphically says more than erudite word’s
express properly - yet gradual abatement in our
anguished breathing wrests grand surrender to
harmonies ever weaving togetherness; its here,
and as the only rite each we’ll need to concede
© 5 January 2016, I. D. Carswell
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