The furious fracas

Walking down the beach hand in hand
Our eyes never lifting to the horizon
Moonlight lapping every step
Angels twirling in the waves
Nowhere to go we march into the night.

Vacant the intent hearts entwine
Easily our thoughts betray intentions
Resting in the soft sand
Silently staring into each other’s eyes
Understanding comes and the lyrics matter not
Stalking each other, fingers become entangled.

Made in heaven, hellish in nature
Another morning sun rises, yet…
…None will recall the furious fracas.