Hot and cold front
Like a tug on a work-a-day tie
at the entryway--
Passion melts dirty, winter snow
grit dimpling our backs.
Or over the back of the hideous floral print couch:
Promised patterns left imperfect.
No time to wait spontaneous on the kitchen table,
one leg too short
our salient grunts
accompanied by a
From a trifling torrent of torment?
Over and over until no longer colliding