In the presence of the public,

Unabashed, in open air,

Two young lovers, lost and lock-lipped,

Enrapt, tangled without care.

Unconcerned by voyeur’s vantage,

Or pedestrian offence,

Their impassioned, panting, marriage,

Petting heavily, commenced.

Pantomiming copulation,

And unbridled bridal bliss,

They indulged infatuation,

Through obtuse, indifferent, tryst.

Some months after we would see them,

In a gross show of romance,

Yet their tenderness would leave them-

Lust let dry through circumstance.

A portrayal made public none less,

By the hatreds which they bore,

As the scathing, language, loveless,

Spilled past lips, once stitched before.

Each embittered blister, broken,

Spilled betrayal, neglect and lies,

As their limbs, once interwoven,

Proved too tousled to untie.

But what always went unnoticed,

What they never figured out,

Whether damning curse or deep kiss,

Was from whence infused their doubt.

The embrace that had not touched them,

Was the world set just outside,

Whos unreckoned pressures crushed them,

Underneath the weight of eyes.