In Its Beginning Seems Trite,
Not Right,
Unsteady And Often Unsaid.
A Silence Instead
Ensues Where Usually
Lovers Enthuse
Using Lines From A Book
Or A Movie; The Crooks.

Compare To The Shuffling Of
Feet
And Out-Of-Time Beat
Of Two Hearts In Two Chests
Struggling Too Hard To Impress
The Other – You’ve Guessed
Too Much A Contest
Of Nerve Versus Feeling,
It’s Hardly Appealing;
The Squirm And The Sweat
As Names Turn To Pets.
Lips Pucker And Pop,
Slop And Stutter.
So Love, At The Start Is
Unsteady And Trite
And When The Lovers Embrace,
Both Pulling In Tight,
Their Thoughts Might Turn To Whisper –
‘I Love You. Goodnight.’
(Or Some Sort Of Sibilance
If The Moment’s Not Right.)