The Binding

A little plain,
she, dwarfed and he
dark and hungry,
as they cling together, arm
over shoulder and hand on knee.

Her finger nails,
black and curled
like little claws
are not groomed well.

But somewhere
at the end of of this night ride
past the bright streets
there is a place
where life goes by
with all its delicious
habits amid their own
fragrance.