Do we now know
When passion has passed
After unwinding
Our limbs’ tangled mass?

Long after the lure of the words
To and fro
The mental gymnastics
Propelling us prone

After seeing the image
In each other’s eyes
Through a mirror of fantasy
Step into life

What we’ve created
By acting it out
Do we want to move forward
Now that it’s now?

What do we know, and
What more is there?
But harder to ask, perhaps:
Do we care?