Pillow Talk

Amazing comparisons between two realities
strain the already taut threads that bind
two lives together like opposites ends of
the bow playing the viola.

Throaty sighs of reserved contentment resonate
through the vacuum of space we inhabit together.
As the melody comes to an end it more resembles
a tango than a waltz.

Jerky, unsure, but always minding the tune.

It is expected.

There are no rests and no returns.

The receipt was lost years ago -- Intentionally.

jb