Prelude to a Mistress…

Secret lovers dance by the flames of the moonlight,

night

after night

after night.

The flames fanned by the breeze of the words that

are

squeezed from their lips.

***

Their eyes speak a forbidden tongue

neither can stay still

 as they try to get lost finding each other in a glance-

again and again.

***

Trembling they are

the lips that is

'cause dig.

Forbidden fruit that I wish to partake in

or mentally in my world already partook in

is just as equals, of the preceding-

Shhh

I hear someone coming.