Their bodies spun and intertwined
with promises of who’d be thine,
and tongue and teeth met with bared breast
and the rest, they say, is the rest.

A decade later only shows
two fires which have burned too low
and people who are fumbling
with what was once a second skin.

And in their dire desperation,
they seek solace in confrontation,
and all the pain helps them forget
their bitterness and their regret.

But waiting for them in the dark
is tinder desperate for a spark.

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