The Ordinariness of Love
They sit together
Watching the box,
Sharing the view
Side by side.
Not talking,
Yet comfortable
Engrossed in scenes
Before them.
Wrapped up
In their moment
Of togetherness.
Eyes centred
Lost in the illusion
Played out before them.
Each one aware
Of the other's existence,
But feeling no desire,
No distraction.
Yet so closely woven
Nothing could possibly
Come between them.
Copyright © Sylvia Coulstock | Year Posted 2011
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