The Distance To A Moment

Oh, the time I've wasted
Watching those baby
Blue eyes buried inside
Indecent books, the tasks
Tallied in that little black
Book, that never were acceptably
Accomplished by either pretty
Party, laying together
Tongiht in this very bed.

Consummation, a dirty
Dirge of a word among
Adults that causes
Caution and need for
Further worry, seems
So fitting fo an evening
Enveloped in lusty, frustrating
Fury, such a new
Noun for a universal moment!

And after it all, the nearly
New sun rises upon something
So different from the night before,
Beauty, personified in
Incredible splendor within
Wide inches and crooked miles
Melting between us,
Under no duress or strain,
Stains with a kiss on both of our lips.

Time returns to normal, only just a bit more bearable.