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...