Idyllic Love

A thousand pairs of faces, glowing pink,
Gaze deeply into one another’s eyes.
A lie: for all two thousand lustful minds,
Are focused between one another’s thighs.

And while the phrase “I love you” fills the air,
And florid oaths attempt to fake romance.
What these beasts feel is hardly love:
Primordial, animalistic dance.

But in this sea of mental strokes and gropes,
A single couple, out of place, alone,
Seem unaffected by the atmosphere,
Of heated loins and pumping pheromones.

They sit in silence, or perhaps they speak,
They gently touch each other; or they don’t.
What they do here, or do at home, does not
Compare with what they mutually know.

Together, they no protocols obey.
Don’t owe each other kisses, words, or hugs.
Each other and the world they don’t convince.
They know that they define idyllic love.