LOST

The impulsive swell,
of her misshapen breast,
drew his heated breath
into forced puffs.

Deeper,
labored,
struggling.

Onward – lasting expulsion
of tainted youth,
with ball of socks,
resting off to their side,
tempo driven
keeping time,
as a pounding drum roll,
through each fall
and rise.

Their eyes, in unison closed,
to an unholy surprise,
with the sparked innocence
of childhood suddenly,
irreversibly
behind them.