The Night Before Sunrise

We sat upon the sofa, dusk grew night,

No whisky there, no cola by our side.

Then quick as thought, you killed the evening light,

And air grew thick with words we meant to hide.

No glances met, no daring move was made,

Yet we could feel their love upon the screen.

Their bodies close, while worlds apart they stayed,

A mirror of our own unspoken scene.

Two sparks of stardust settled on our skin,

They lingered there, unsure if they should fuse.

Was it just sex or something deep within?

A hunger one could taste, yet still refuse.

We drifted near, then let the moment die -

Is this the romance worth one more try?