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Taboo


We dangle from the engaging moon

yesterday’s ardent recollections,

exposed solely during dark of night,

these, our confidential possessions

~

saved for the light of pending days.

More than hopeful, we hold them loosely;

tucked away for pilfered glimpses,

to divert concerns obtusely,

~

are these lingering remembrances

of this, our clandestine passion.

Tell me, why is this so taboo?

Why am I, for you, forbidden?

~

Has it ever been any more true

that hidden kisses taste much sweeter

and that ardor is best when uttered

as hushed expressions echoed with timbre

~

in rendezvous behind closed doors?

These subtle twists of furtive trysts,

though complete, still wanting more,

as if somehow something might be missed.

~

In this, our amorous absolution,

moments shared are memories cherished

and if we persist with pure intentions

dreams we believe will set, not perish.

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