POETRY: Reboot, Resurge, Resume

Reboot, Resurge, Resume

©Mimi Wolske, January 2014

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This is not a platonic space;

We coalesce playfully,

With fun and love and lust,

While the colony of social

Acquaintances waits for us

To succumb to their

Malevolent persuasion.

Redacting our lives

Seems to be their agenda; our

Bewildered eyes inevitably

Collide with poisoned darts

And mendaciously iced cake.

We groan again but never cede

The fight, never yield to their lies

Manufactured out of whole cloth.

Are they astonished, surprised

When we reboot, resurge, resume

Our grinding intimacy stumbling

Back into our room of congress,

Back to our devoted relationship,

Back to our metronome of

Dancing bodies on a headboard

Banging, incorporated bed of

Two that makes savage of

This passionate space

And rejects all but us?

Entangled limbs and

Sweating bodies love and

Trust knowing eventually

No one will see us because

Their minds can never

Transcend the phenomena

Of our love.