We held hands for a night.

We held hands for a night.

She rolls over in bed

and he slowly follows,

her steel and shiny new spoon.

The couplet embraces

through the early morning

in her dormitory room.

All garments still worn

not a one tossed

from their warm, supple skin.

Her contacts still on,

his shoes barely off,

and fresh stubble on his chin.

Only the night hours

and a few passioned kisses

connect the two of them.

And also the weight

and the quiet touch

of their gently coupled hands.

Soon they will wake

with small, tender looks

not sure of what to say.

So he'll kiss her eyes,

and she'll eat his lies,

each going their own way.

Written 3.29.11 @ 2:38 AM