From a chance encounter
dancing for my heart
into obvious submission
we entered a world
only known to a select few
Assimilating a bond
many never attain
we created a cosmos
for only us to enter
Daring our minds
entwining our hearts
two as one
Red blood running through
our veins boiled of desires
we slipped into the night
seducing each other
with all the fever of
ardent intrepidation
Estranged temporarily
a former commitment
our journey could only
be of short duration
forbidden and forlorn
Now an ocean between us
forces us to secure
the memories locked
in our chest
for we had to throw
away the keys
to our stolen moments
(c) Wings Forbidden to Fly 06June2011
Vivian L. Dawson
Regis
Christine
A not so good place to be.
Memories are memories, but flesh feels better.