our bodies danced to the sight
of the night saying its goodbyes,
until the morning light
had reached my eyes.
I believe I could smell the spring
in the air,
every time I tried not to swear.

an affair turned bitter in time.

pinned up against the wall,
I last recalled,
to feel such lust from a living room
came as a surprise.
my hands, my mouth so
intertwined with white lies,
my eyes could not see,
the affair within me.