there blossomed
illicit love
last spring,
approaching summer,
nearing winter,
repeating the cycle,
twice for now,
we don't know
what's for later.

what her love was
she purports
but he said
twas spurious
and he's curious
how she can say
something in such a way
he would't understand
for she can never
truly deliver
the truth
which her mind speaks
but her body
won't let her be.