Into the Interior

It was late
and dark but
they were not ready
for the evening to end.

Taking their hands off each other
they two lifted themselves
into the closed park
running and laughing their way
into the interior.

They found a place
under no lamplight
where they lay
and talked
and kissed.
Hands clasped
tongues tangled
touching
and wrestling,
they were not ready
for the evening to end.

All alone
surrounded by nature,
surrounded by the city,
they shared stories,
laughing at their own histories
that had hurt so much
earlier.

They spoke
of the future history
they were prepared to share.
They treasured each other.
This was the thing.
This is what they sought.
This was their untenable dream.
This is what they always wanted
and they
were not ready
for the evening to end.

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