Perfection is an elusive bother
when two people live together
Friction
Tension
Love is the foreplay
on given day
But hard work
bonds trouser and skirt
When the sky falls
silence roams cold walls
Intimacy
becomes a parody
Mirrors turn their backs
as relationship cracks
A mist descends
Contact at times offends
Laughter goes for stroll
with begging bowl
Straws slip between grasp
A present future is past
