He, hands behind head, tense as a deadline;
She, crossed at the table, sneering the screen;
Her tan silky legs muscling in,
Framing his gently decreasing gin;
The sun, beige filtered, pale as a poison;
Free floating grittiness crushed in his teeth;
His whip of a tongue flickering around
In search of an unambiguous sound;
The widening sofa lessens their presence;
Glaring defocused a ginsip too long;
The clarification is here now is wrong;
A balcony wadi refilled for a moment;
An online admission; an off-piste regret;
Desertion to bed; reversion to mean;
Fantasist gullible moronic teen.