PDA

Those couple cuddling by train's corners,

they probably know the cold storms of

strangers, staring; yet desire, stoking

fire between their limbs and lips

forces them to smother the crusading
face, locate reddened spots for smooching.

Whether in twain, two become snakes
or passive cats adulting adoring humor
only the teenagers know. I'm inclined to
sink my chin even lower below dimples'
crevices on my device - almost kissing it -
and bless the young creatures their trials
of trysts - (not) guilty of my time on my PDA.