You are dark delight;

I am scattered vanilla.

I notice you  in crowded meetings

where my eye focusses

on you,

I have taken you into my rooms

risked all to have you

to myself,

braved cold and rain

in clandestine rendezvouses;

and I confess

you are the sweet

I must not have.

My world and your world

must not meet.

You're forbidden to me

yet

in my mouth

you're my bit of heaven;

I have

swallowed all your kisses

I shouldn't have

so you'll have to live

for the time being

in my fantasy

where my longing

for you is

perfection's

delicious, semi-sweet

calorific condiment.
 

But haunt me you do

so just once a year

I allow myself

your single kiss.

whose tracings

perforce

must last an entire year

excepting when dreaming you

where I can have as much of you

as my night allows.