|(Romantic couple outside Fisherman's Wharf in California)|
Condition perfect, they dance.
He begins romantic foreplay.
She follows docilely for now.
Music – sweet molasses dripping
on contract they signed in a trance.
Their passion, like sticky glue,
shuts their eyes,
attaches their hearts
and at least during this song
they see unconditional love,
not the huge invisible question mark
(Submitted to G-Man for Friday 55.)