a romantic interlude evolved to torrid love affair
taut triangle, impossible to win,
we played our parts as flimsy as candlelight din
heartache would stain, vicariously, all those unaware.
secret rendezvous excited two bodies, bare,
feelings fulfilled at the expense of sin
whispered words of tender love and passion wearing thin
throwing caution to the wind without thought or care.
selfishly, we fed our lust in secluded hideaway
emotions tend to fool lovers entangled in web of lies,
cracks in tapestry swallow sweet joy like threads that fray
disruptions caused by clumsy alibis,
a happy home, dismantled, by a wanton stray
romance has exited as swiftly as once 'twas wrought with sighs.
*For Black-Eyed Susan's Any Poem Again Contest.
*Sept. 27, 2012.
Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart