Leaves

Out amongst the branches
The lovers are in bed
He shuffles with sibilance
Beneath the covers to lie on her
Her bare legs spread into place
His shoulders envelop her body
The airborne bed rocking gently the stillness of dark
In the quiet the suburb sleeps below their act, as
Waves of street-lamps bend over
Beyond their lavish kisses
That gather and swell
The sound of a possum leaping
And from gasps that escape her bursting lungs
A roaming taxi drives away
They have met at twilight for romance, as people do
And with each other they climb the depths of sky
What happens now . Will they last .
I cannot know until from the silence of my bedroom
I next hear them again

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