Making Love Is Their Escape
A Poem —
He hates his job and she despises her tiny apartment
Their only escape is in each other’s tired arms
At night when the world turns off
and the omnipresent streetlights
Glow intermingling with lustful shadows
They play with each other’s chakras,
And take a break from the weight of the world
No arbitrary rules to follow. No strife or struggle.
Just black cotton sheets and jasmine incense burning
As they decorate each other’s bodies
With scratches like signatures of affection
And bruises that paint purple constellations
Across their collarbones,
Each barely audible promise of freedom
Uttered to each other in the moments
Between the blazing kisses and quick movements
Their tryst is a prayer that is partially answered
In his eyes, she is flying somewhere greener
In her eyes, he is swimming in unpolluted water
A daydream acted out between their mouths,
Drinking down the sweetness of reprieve,
Until tomorrow barges in
