Secret Night
To SAW, Jr.
As a young wife with young faith, I innocently shared –
cared and loved husband as my naivety best declared.
Then his true, young-self broke, I groped and we choked.
Now, lost and unsure, my soul is searching for stroke.
Amidst club music and noise, I saw you seeing me;
a man so beautiful, perfecting my perfection fantasy.
Your smooth approach ruffled my prim poise,
your man-boy grin, hinted sensual, joyous joys.
I completely lost my grip staring at your sculptured lips.
Your amber eyes, long dark hair and lush eyelashes
gave me intense, lust filled, intoxicating flashes.
Yes, take me, please, to privacy if your perception matches.
I don’t care where you go to church, if you hail from the north or south.
I don’t need to know how you get by, if you’re a tinker, ruffian or spy.
I just want our souls to fly as we escape convention, eye to eye,
and, united, leave life’s real cries to flee high on swelling sighs.
Let’s not talk of life’s mysteries or share our histories,
but let us own the now, take it for you and me somehow.
In the morning, disappear, but tonight stay intimately near.
My heart won’t let you in, but soul yielding coats my skin.
This night shall be the one secret in my life’s pocket.
From time to time, when alone, I shall tenderly unlock it
and revisit senses felt this night, a soul memory gift
where my private can relive our young escape lift.
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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