Poems from DavidZachas

The lifeless walls Of the   Rising elevator carrying Nothing   Save for a Pair   Of nervous Smiles
The flow of our bodies begins to harmonize A chorus of grunts and moans crescendos   Urged forth by her begging eyes Our symphony climaxes...
A rocket waits to fly From its launchpad In the living room. Helmet on, radio in hand, Two explorers approach.   One room over Crying...