The child

                Would never know

The meaning of dropping in the bed

              So early,

                                    Blanket of darkness over,

And lights put of door,
And father says,

He is lost! Time for us to get lost!

     The lips lock lips,

And the clicking
  
                               He hears,

But can't see

          The flames

Or he would be called
      
      .              Infiltrator, unknowingly.

Kissing is not a sin,
         But

                                 A crime

Under the nose of an innocent child

Who has to lose his freedom

                  Of counting stars in the roof...