On the edge of night we creep together, once again,
Two stars alight, meeting far from this dusty veranda.
Each to mount the other, with instinctual expectations,
I tensed and hard in all desiring fear.
Once begun, finished and unresolved.
Soaring through realms of prickly pain and open grins,
Excited as one, perhaps the only.
A wedge of words, gasping, jamming out the world.
Rapid roads, travelled fast.
Bowing too soon, in perspired, expired intention.
Furtive glances toward the water hole, to which we,
Snort and grunt in groaning reverie.
©Sudha Hamilton.
