Young Couple

Already in their eyes
a secret knowledge of smiles,
of new sweetness,
of the not yet completed.

And their voices,
which speak of mundane things,
of mornings, of childhood,
of the disappointment of rain,
conceal a tremor of bursting stars,
and tomorrows lost in endless sheets.

This precarious dance,
about the stamen of breathless youth,
could yet fail,
could burn in a conflagration
of jinxed guitars.

But, from body to body,
the night is the unspoken,
the necessary ache
that already spreads its roots
to open their brief mouths.

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