the end would witness wasted aim
but beginnings never reveal.
not all to be said nor all to be done
and never to carry sheer.
beneath the rugs and ’round the shades
is where their lust remains
but harbors such as these will never
sever out of shame.
with softened curves he smiles;
she blinks away sparkling eyes,
neither attaining suppression
of the swelling emotion inside.
all words but three are shared in
hopes the other could predict;
but this love wore a veil,
hanging between hearts like dark matter.