Our Bench

A torso that acts a pillow A lap that offers a seat The repetition, never a monotonous conformity Joy found away from most; only with two An abyss is unseen through eyes that mesmerize. Your gait I tease, as steps provide distance Respect does cure unwelcome thoughts Nearing fingers meet, to lock Arms offer carriage, reluctance acts a foil The wait diminished, by a willingness to be. Consciousness is discarded, through an untamed smile Lips that conceal, part to reveal An act of rarity, made a norm The happiness you speak, on behalf of both The moment is significant, a muse for later. Harsh lyrics heard, romanticized The mood uplifted by irregular beats Comfort is spoken, by a taste that does not sour My body cringes, as your breath is felt My soul is tingled, by silent words. Sessions go by, lectures absent Regret not harbored, notes prevail The reason for attendance, not diluted Temporary escapes, can be forgiven Our rendezvous; our bench.