It had not been an unqualified
success, the holiday…. he dignified
himself by intelligently appraising
the night air of this fact.
They had not been getting on too well,
various attempts at diplomacy and tact,
bludgeoning of brains
and smacking of bottoms,
hypothesising
propositioning
and dealing
had foundered,
left them racked
on their own vile
unstoppable machine
producing hurt
and healing
and hurting
again
Two titans of tension
and gladiatorial tenacity
slugged it out
in their own sluggish pit
of different logic
and different feeling,
they were reeling with it
unable to turn
even if there’d been
a recognised bearing,
their magnetic senses
and sensitivities
hopelessly scattered…..
then there was an earthquake
and suddenly they both knew
what really
mattered.