The Affair
In the bar
they smiled,
eyes locking
in lust.
Out into misty night air
smell of the sea blowing,
they walked down a hill,
passed the park cathedral
steeple reaching
for a star sky.
When wind blew cold,
they ran
across washington square
weight holding
no meaning
in thought
or feet.
Laughter warmed
the child-like
anticipation as
moments later they made love,
years later they cried,
eons later they denied,
but time had stopped
three months before.
The beginning of death,
again.
How many deaths
had they known,
how many would they die,
how far had the karma
progressed?
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