They sit
in
shadow light
the music
set in motion
tendrils
holding them
the conversation
of others
nearby
like their own
murmurs
improvisations
by those
intimately engaged
in the effort
to get along
well enough
to get their needs
met
before
the night is over
and
perhaps longer
if love
for the other
can endure
refusing those urges
always eager
to devour newborns.
They have
come this far
a start
on instinct
making sounds that
lead to
dancing
then to
works of genius
in bed
the aftermath of which
remains
to be seen
when
exhausted
the weary
sleep
and dream
such dreams as
may go unnoticed
or
advance the story
begun
such a
short time ago.
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