First Date Haibun

Fresh-faced, somnambulistic waltz through glass-paned doors walking past the universe to come, his beautiful mortal finality—queasy—revealing herself from between the mass trinkets. 'Round the round table in instant familiarity, staring into apertures behind lenses of eye-bursting cathartic calm. Shuttled to a sanctuary anew—elbow to elbow—Chronos shuttered as twin pairs traced contours and talking, smiling lips in longing felt and unfelt. 

Night, closeness apart 
In aching day break lips meet 
Life begins at last