Haste

Chaste and worn and so trivial A vial of colored liquid one swallow Moods change limbs clench Passions overload steam fills the air Colors imbibe pupils dilate Others are not aware of pure delight Eyes connect fingers fold Know one sees this lovers' charade Actors at best there is no script Beguiling serpents interwoven Come to life as a unified being Moans and groans stifled To the corners of the four walls A flickering candle casting Inhuman like shadows Feared uncaptured glued as one A series of delights