Emotions Dried Up

Images of the future...

Hazy as mist

Hanging like a curtain

Life held in a fist

He and She wait

For the light of love

To illuminate their lives 

The sun rises

Revealing the world

As it is, unmagical, 

Normal. In it, love

Does not exist 

At all!  Sterile world

Emotions bottled up.

What kind of living is this

Where touch transfers not

Love, but infections?!