The Theatre Empty

On the stage there

Are two bodies

Perfectly arched spines

Delicately angled 

Hands, arms, legs

Pointed toes

Heads tilted just

A touch

And frozen in place

The graceful

Pure epitome of

Intimacy

But only the moment

A dance unperformed forever

Only when the lights

Go down

The curtain closes

The theatre empty

Old walls creaking and

Settling

When they are

Alone

Only then

The moment melts

Away