the inability to capture
adequately in words

what the eye softly caresses

a moment of childhood temporarily
smiling two adults

in the dim light
on this very couch, but quite far
away


her gentle strokes travel across the room

and the music slowly underlines
the necessity of this very moment
of this one kiss

the cuddling that persists


through closing times

and through the eyes of tired people

people who wish this place stayed open
for just a few moments longer

to savour the little moments of her hand
against his hair

the essence of completing


is one of escapism


of emotions well-adjusted


to the finite reality of things



an unavoidable skepticism


shadowing


the night's little pleasures.

a reprise of emotions

a little recapitulation

of love



and of cadence


of memories
of speaking


the things that are hardest
to find


to separate




to write out




and clear your mind


of weasel-words, fibs, and exaggerations

-reality stripped to its knees-




a simplicity



an act of retaining

the least striking moments


of life's little minuet.