Poems from DavidZachas
The lifeless walls
Of the
Rising elevator carrying
Nothing
Save for a
Pair
Of nervous
Smiles
The flow of our bodies begins to harmonize
A chorus of grunts and moans crescendos
Urged forth by her begging eyes
Our symphony climaxes...
A rocket waits to fly
From its launchpad
In the living room.
Helmet on, radio in hand,
Two explorers approach.
One room over
Crying...