Private Moments

I take one last look into the binoculars and
It is like I am invading on a private conversation
Between two lovers who have known each other
For what seems like a lifetime. They could stand
Out in the melting snow or meet at a train station
Somewhere and there will be nothing they rather
Do than being face to face, seizing every minute
Of every day they have together. Love that will stain
The bed sheets and every square inch of space all
Around them with smooth strokes. Hair that is flat
And are laugh lines. They get fully lost in the rain.
Watch them as they back up against the brick wall,
Still staying intact and together like eggshells that
Will not break no matter how hard you try to shake
Them up like a snow globe. They take a deep root.
Like a note slipped that is quietly slipped underneath
The crack of my door… “As I am lying here awake
I can never forget you. Even as you gritted your teeth
To keep yourself from laughing in the middle of a serious
Moment, to me you still have that mysteriousness.
You are feeling delirious.”