Whispers and sweet nothings
soothe her dry lips
as he leans close to deliver
broken promises of tomorrow.
Nothing matters now.
The wine is gone,
his blue shirt is on the floor
next to their bodies.
In the dark their colors
fade to one their bodies,
a mélange of radiance.
Age and distance cannot
separate such a passion.
When strangers become
lovers and nothing more
as life’s gifts are here now
and will catch a flight out
tomorrow morning.
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