THE CRIME

A secret meeting of lovers

THE CRIME

The night is hushed.
The cool breeze has been stolen
and swept into your breath.
The theft undetected
by the unsuspecting sentinel.
Every whisper —- a thunder
every touch —- a lightning,
every trickle of sweat —- a flood in the storm.
The sky is so dark,
for the stars have been plucked off
and sprinkled into your eyes;
And the sequestered moon
shines evanescent between your legs.
As the melody swirls into its turbulent climax,
the rhythm we follow
is ours alone.
A final thrust,
and my pounding heart explodes
into a million shards
twinkling under your translucent feet.