Anticipation
Adds an edge
They go about our day
Mundane tasks
Things to do
Events waiting to emerge
Spill full glasses to the ground
But they feed something
Glances
Passing touches
They are anticipating the
Quiet reward for such diligence
Mild mannered until the
Day ends and they take off
Who they were
Become who they are
Glowing limbs
His long, rough fingers
Knotted in her hair
Imagine Batman and Wonder Woman
Fucking between the panels
All the power
Brought to the surface
Tensions celebrated
In playful percussive
Motion
Sinuously dancing
across warm, black sheets
The villains of inertia
Defeated
Nothing was saved
Except themselves
But in the warm knot
They make of one another
All is restored
MB Blissett 