Though innocence doth flee in face of war,

Replaced with worn and battered hearts that must

Return to lives reclaiming their pourboire,

Newlywed hands search to establish trust.

Soft murmurs warmly breathe in hair and breast,

Deft hands caress her ribs, her back, her thighs

While eyes imbibe their secrets to divest:

Wartime transgressions or chimeric lies?

Against the fields they lay down arms, enmeshed

And bare their bodies to a pleasured deed

To recreate themselves in bone and flesh

And tightly bind their future through their need.

     Yet Time against them reaches out to steal

     Desires of unity; their fate’s unsealed.