Night created a vacuum,
the world outside vanished,
white walled universe squared
around the kids. The stairs -
sirens – calling reform, they knew.
They wished for silence in the dark.
They kissed silently in the dark,
padlocking secrets in their mouths
to be released only in the soft air
of last exhilations. Fear remained,
antagonist to the heart? Hands
wrapped around hands and flesh.
A squeek from above jilted hearts
like love. The dark became fear
again, losing its cocoon appeal.
The universe expanded for millenia,
then contracted again, hearts softened.
The eyes stared into each other
brown and blue like the earth planet.
Their universe was back to square.
Quiet re-opened an interlocking,
desperatly softer and more concerned.
Seeking hands touchfeel skin
and virgin sense perceptions.
The floor beckened like ancient times,
hard capture against the wood grain.
Wind across glass, the only sound,
outside reminding. The staircase quiet
revealed interbody transformations.
There would be no tomorrow.
There could be no tomorrow for them,
the kids who sat in the dark
no longer exist. The universe
left the bodies laying quiet
under the dark sky moon
on a land filled with dirt.