Lovemaking During An Air Raid

Our bodies glow as we hold love
during an air raid. I try to shroud it,
but our defence systems were down,
and at the height of an ecstasy those
were destroyed. Something explodes 
outside and within. Later you light up the room.
From distance our paper wrapped pane 
must look like the mouth of a cigarette.
Light flickers and summons darkness.
In the black our finger see each other’s ruins;
our hands rescue the shadows and reconstruct

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