Infidelity or adultery, as old as marriage as natural as poo. So why do the media get so worked up when celebrities are caught playing away from home. Desire knows no boundaries of social class, wealth or religion. Sex and lust are the true levellers.
In no way can we be together,
each bound to someone else;
so we have to make the most of
any minutes we can steal.
Let you passion overrule
your conscience this one time
Ancient Rites and Guilty Feelings
always travel hand in hand.
I have touched the love you have
for me and felt it in your kiss
and waited throughout eternity
to share a time like this.
How can what we do is wrong
when our bodies feel so right,
morning can ask its questions -
we have each other's arms tonight.
With guilt comes heightened pleasure,
the moment makes the risk worthwhile.
When two souls join in hormony
compulsion justifies the guile.
Think not of the betrayal our
consummation must contain
for if we never tell our story
we will ever inflict pain.
You know we two are not the first
and certain not to be the last.
We lie with shades of lovers
of the future and the past
so let's draw the darkness round us
as we share a bottle of wine,
put aside our guilty feelings
and celebrate the ancient rites
Tiger Woods Apology
Adultery in a parallel universe
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|Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine
|for if we never tell our story
we will [n]ever inflict pain.
The key. Beautifully done.
|Reviewed by Maggie Perez (Reader)
|Great poem, exactly what is going on here with me|
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|As Erin said, "wonderful title," Ian. Good poem/lyrics too. How'd the band thing work out?|
|Reviewed by Zenith Elliott
|Beautiful work, Ian! ~Z~|
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|I love the way the phrase 'Ancient Rites, Guilty Feelings' expands in the mind as the reader gathers so many examples from Past learned in a lifetime that clarify and haunt with inevitable, while rabid-wild in the current happening, slated fate! Leaves a wry smile on the face with the thinking...|
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|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|There is absolutely nothing to be guilty about! I know of nothing that is more honest than two people finding rest and comfort in each other's arms. Even if it's only once. Excellent write Ian. Lisa|
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|Ian, Ian, Ian, sigh.. the last two lines of the 2nd verse blew me down.. I was all set to go all mushy over those here.. then I kept reading.. more lines... more clever, freshly expressed lines, setting this apart from the many poems with this theme.. still reading... still sighing... ok. Reading is done... and I'm left with one last gasp: This is a damned fine poem, me dear Ian. It could so easily have slid into trite. Far, far from it. Great stuff! katy xox.|
|Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
|Hi Ian...this is beautifully written...great thoughts in
here...nice to see you....floria