Under the old covered bridge
my defenses fall
like the torrential rain that serenades us.
You pull me in close
your voice like sweet music in my ear
as you whisper you love me.

Under the old covered bridge
our lips connect
and our passion leaves me breathless.
Our hands are hungry
as we shed our garments like animal fur
and come together as one.

Under the old covered bridge
I inquire of you:
Have I a future with the preacher's son?
Your response is as vague
as your father's worthless Sunday sermons.
You offer me nothing.

Under the old covered bridge
I weep as you leave.
You swear an oath that you will call.
I know that you won't.
Your loyalty is with your church
and your archaic god.

Under the old covered bridge
I lie one last time.
I gave my heart and innocence here
and you trampled it.
As my eternal essence slips away,
I whisper your name.