Last night and late, fell the shadow of you between
his lips and mine
I felt a strong longing betwixt kisses and glasses of
convention's old wine.
When you and I secretly met times were spent in
passionate hiding.
Now desire built again I unwisely feel this decision
begins to stifle.
For it was not into my ear you whispered but into
my heart, besides,
It was not my lips you kissed but my soul and now
nothing rhymes.
We tested our feelings, found them improper and
I thought they died.
I try but cannot resolve or move on from my love
of what's clandestine.
It was supposed to be over by the first sign of
riotous bluebells in Spring.
But unfulfilled feelings are rashly breeding and
worse, - - - - taking wing.
Beautiful poem...the journey takes wing once again in Autumn too...to another spring, Fay? Liked the combined use of the phrases- shadow falling/passionate hiding...what a teasing clandestine affair with Love! Beautiful entry…all the best