on the sofa now, in dark light she straddles him,
and again, everything old is new
distances of time collapsed in a shared breath.
intensities rise and swell, faster now,
gravity bound flesh bearing witness to
treasures held in an elusive moment.
from below he watches as she leads,
in what is never fully grasped
but rather pushed into and thrown about.
so many revolutions in the turning of the wheel,
and bodies and perseverance succeed
where words fail, and words can never fully tell.
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