Low lights, under sheets
Drawing unseen lines on mounds
With trembling fingers searching
For buttons, detonators
To bring on the blow.

Whispering careless words,
Caressing the world,
With magic incantations,
Miraculous ideas and slurred spells
Set the veil thick like snow.

Wishing wonders
In each other’s ears
‘I love you’s and ‘my dear’s
Till we push the wrong one
And separate ways we go.

2.XI.24