It's complicated.

It's complicated.

Man and woman wrapped in life,
wrapped in life's most infinitesimal details.

Surrounded by the bells and whistles,
the old structures
and those in the etheric.
Those unseen
heavenly and ancient
forces far beyond the simplicity of government rule and law.

Feel their hearts pulse together in rhythm.
Feel them sync up as one.
Long.
Slow.
Soft.
In-love,
for the moment.

Then,
in the moment next to that moment
love's cadence begins to clash.

Suddenly electrical and brash,
Two heart's lustful designs undulate
and syncopate.
Mismatched patterns of chaos.
Rebuke.
Revoke.
Resist.
And just as easily reincarnate.

One angry
then two mad.
Both rabid towards
the other.

Wholly un-together,
sliding past each other,
wooden floors on tilt.
Splinters graze their bellies.

Her blouse pulled over head,
flesh devouring floor.
His knees knock about bruising and scrapping
leaving assorted repairable damage.

Until finally,
the reverberation catches itself
somewhere
between chaos and harmony.

Grace enters the space and

Slandered love makes an about face.

The room stops it's ramshackle destruction and hearts pulse
again through the clutter.

A clambering.
A racket.
A sweet kiss.

It's complicated.