Affair

   Your words are caresses against my aching skin,

muscles flexing under the soft, gentle, thin 

fondle of the silk that pours in large rays 

of moonlight through the window; forming a maze 

of love marks down my neck and upon my back 

is your undying passion and I suddenly lack

air; I lack you... I lack what I never had... 

      Oh, the beautiful tango danced while we felt sad...

   I whisper long forgotten lores to your knuckles

and your wrap you fingers around my sparkling freckles;

I fight with your wild, untamed strands while I

deposit all the kisses that depart from my lips in a fly

on your wrists, measuring the hurried pulse that carries

me to an unknown rhythm --- and invisible, chuckling fairies

spice the air with golden rays of sun as the morning

is knocking at our lids; our time for blissful sinning

is a phantom ghosting around our tanned

legs as we untangle our bodies and breaths that fanned

until now on each other's necks in untelligible tickles

and promises that vanish in the crevaces of our wrinkles...

       Oh, the beautiful tango that bonded our sighs in one... 

  And which mesmerised our souls to believe in love and hope, 

that lied to our shattered hearts; our minds doped

with the essence of tenderness and unchanging affection

we nurtured in hushed silence, without to mention... 

        Oh, the beautiful tango we once danced in your bed

        with the night high above us and the moon to led

        us in the dark and through our feelings complex net 

        and with companions the words we never said... 

      Amour, 

             amour... 

     What an affair!