to run past their
early-afternoon morning, somewhat disheveled
on this semi-urban wooded trail...
Her morning-after obligation stares
while his denial steals
down toward her hands.
Or is this the prelude
to a one-sided terminal relationship grown
too comfortable for any honesty
to ease out?
It escapes in tiny explosions,
imageless fireworks tumbling into
that we will keep meandering around
Enjoying the sun glaze
as our heads tilt back
Still so drafty...
*feedback and revision ideas welcomed!