Most couples play
To win or lose
To vie for top, dog position
Challenging each other’s nerves
Inundating, infiltrating with adrenaline over flow
Is it in the name of fear
Of emptying out
That combustible cavern
Where behind the chaos
Is mere, silent, awkwardness
Of having nothing to say
And if the afternoon sunlight
Painted shades of unusual form
Would it stay unnoticed
The silhouettes of two lonely people
Who glued on to uniform despondency
Having love-makingless sex
In the lull of the darkness
Still wrapped in security blankets
Body casts
Of roles and rhythms
From misinterpreted rules of togetherness
The offspring- see
Through bulging eyes, incredulously
The veil of truth that will never be
As long as they follow consecutively
Loveless and hapless
Gang planked to efforescent bitterness
When parting the curtains
Has never been revealed
Perhaps the idea of letting in the sunlight
Is not an adaptable consideration
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