in those moments
where light
flickers in through the blinds
amidst the moans
and whispers
and sound of breath
mingling
in the scent of
flesh on flesh
and legs intertwined
like fingers
swinging
lighting
in melded fists
on a cushion
where sleep is invited
but quickly dismissed
or on a bathroom floor
where bodies mesh
like sculptures
in that modern art exhibit
there lies
a certain calmness
floating in the passion
of the situation
when two pairs of eyes meet
in the dim light
pupils searching pupils
smiles crossing faces
more limbs tangling together
and you realize
that however ironic it may seem
some of the most profound moments
of your life
will be spent
in a rather compromising position