Silence.

They lay on the couch together,
unmistakeably entwined
in such a way that
only time and truth perfect.

Their blanket is their bodies,
they find comfort in closeness.

She is sleeping.
Chocolate curls covering
sleeping eyes,
ivory skin glowing in the half-moon light.
Her chest rises and falls
slowly, breath shallow.

He lies awake,
restless loving eyes take in the
innocent frame clinging to his -
his hand traces the soft features of her face.

Outside,
the world races,
rushes,
shudders.

But here,
in an old basement
on an old couch;
the world is
silent.