Love Under the High School Bleachers

LOVE UNDER THE HIGH SCHOOL BLEACHERS Some time ago, within a memory deep in my dark, and most forbidden past, when I recall your teaching only me, there in the dark--with love that could not last! Nor would we ever have such love today-- such great delight--but wicked from the start, 'tis in the past--and there must always stay, but just a trace is here--to warm my heart; so I can call--to mind--if late at night when love seems not to be what love should be, and I can feel in me, with great delight-- your love again--your lesson given me. Here-in I be--still deep in love with you the half-time of our love I'm going through. © ron wilson arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet