tender, awkward love

between secret glances

and swimming thoughts

she sleep safely,

knowing he is hers, but

more importantly- she is us.

she breathes deeply,

effortlessly.

thinking their chests rise and fall 

in sync- throats at equal

levels head cocked to the side

reality, his steel hands, 

has not applied himself yet.

she has not learned his power,

nor has she shed her

intentions unto him

but sooner or later,

it will engulf them.

and once again,

they will be left to themselves