nettle

languid loungers
in the light of the lamp
a perfect picture of repose
her head upon his lap
his hand upon her hair
a veneer of calm
and peace pervading
but a closer look
the cracks will show
the peace uneasy lies
silence reigning
for each word nettled
with tiny stings
her eyes are shut
and breathing measured
so as not to cry
as he contemplates
his departure
not wanting to shatter
the moment of detente
but neither wanting to stay