Sapphire lights the sofa two-shot scene
At arms distance gazing toward the screen
Sideways glances at the places we radiate
Our eyes don't close
Sapphire lights the areas explored
Shadows we project underexposed
Mimicking the movements they perform
Figures non-corporeal ignored
Soon all else becomes peripheral
Luminescent union, blue and warm
Hands in solitary actions we share in night
We become each other, glowing in sapphire light
A whispered curse, our eyes don't close
I hold my breath, your movement slows
And we let go
