with the affair
forgotten days found new meaning
flavored by excitement,
she would wax
that private place
no longer forlorn,
those telegraph wire tremors
shuddered messages across skin,
breath and kiss
find in intensity sharp reality,
her altar intended
with emotion rendered voice
pleaded for her to find
solace again with him,
he had hewn time
into a molded shape
of his own creation,
no intention to drive her away,
yet did,
lit a temptation fuse,
and she placed a fork in
the moon and tasted,
manic moments gazing skyward,
feeling naked flesh
lit by lunar extraction,
each minute as paused sand
desire the crown
between the two
sharp as thorns,
a clash of obligation
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