The furious fracas

Walking down the beach hand in hand Our eyes never lifting to the horizon Moonlight lapping every step Angels twirling in the waves Nowhere to go we march into the night. Vacant the intent hearts entwine Easily our thoughts betray intentions Resting in the soft sand Silently staring into each other’s eyes Understanding comes and the lyrics matter not Stalking each other, fingers become entangled. Made in heaven, hellish in nature Another morning sun rises, yet… …None will recall the furious fracas.