Our Content Solitudes 

Complete silence surrounds us

As I sit there

On the sun-baked rock

cross-legged my choice of seat

Your warm body curled up in my arms

Tilted towards me to satisfy your parched lips.

In a bonsai-draped garden

We rest on a white marble stool,

Other spectators circle our embrace

They don’t peek

They keep their distance

For we are locked in symbiosis.

In the darkness of the room

We lay side by side,

A double-helix

Sheltered by my arms you drift away from the milky way into the Land of dreams

You hold my hand tightly

And I don’t dare to move and break our nightly bond.