BEFORE THE CURTAIN DESCENDS
There’s just you and me dear
listening to a new strain of music
ringing in our ears as we frolic
in the Elysian fields loving each other.
We sculpt our bodies into works of art.
The balm of our love lies sequestered
in a cocoon waiting to sprout into a
butterfly of ecstasy for a moment—
2 solitudes entwine and then gone.