Liaison

I had the idea of an entirely secretive relationship

Two people who each told no one, except the other
Of their plentiful and ingenious collaborations

Why would I make the call, to hear her voice
Why not to tell anyone, it is our choice

Raise you off your feet
Private and secret, each time we meet

Praise of perfect ways in silent retreat
Spent in love, overtly indiscrete

Tell of the bonds, the ties to cheat
Personal and secret, sublime not to bleat

All past regret wrapped, as we meet
Wrapped tight in less than virgin cotton sheets



a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link