A complex psychological poem of a vivid portrait of a person caught up in a morally wrong, intoxicating passionate affair.

Inescapable, aware of its moral and social implications, but still addicted.

It reads both like a love letter and a confessional piece.

Layered with dark beauty, guilt, defiance, desperation, and an intriguing question?

Can two cheaters ever be truly happy?

A theme portrayed endlessly in soaps, drama's, film but more realistically, life.

Well, what do you think?

Can two morally corrupt individuals live happily ever after?

Title.
The Affair.

(A lone voice whispers)

We always meet under the moonlights priceless silvery rays

We dance like entwined consummated eternal lovers
Forever engaged

Married insidiously by Father Darkness through our wicked salacious old ways

The thoughts of the world
and all outward consequences

Simply burn on our old relationships funeral pyres

And like grey smoke
Simply float away

Carried aloft by the cold now dystopian midnight air

This crazy relationship which once started as a Facebook and Twitter conversation, and
now such a thrilling, exhilarating irreducible dare

Is now my every living breathing prayer

This may last or may break

It may end in a heartbeat as we share a slice of the Devil's
delicious seductive cake

But you were always worth the risk and long waits

Your three words now just bind me and sing to me

Whenever my green eyes close

Three words within eight letters, I just love to hear

I love you

It just keeps me star-struck
Like a Hollywood big actor
Lost on your big screen projector

Regardless of our sins before God and humanity, and our unspoken marriage

As we ceremoniously slide through dark shadows like unseen lepers

I know we'll win and buy that beautiful dream, we often speak of together

For we're just one of the world's many unknown sinners

Swimming valiantly in one of life's many deep rivers

Holding tightly to each other as we sometimes struggle to breathe

Trying to be together forever
Whatever this judgemental
world believes or conceives

Married together insidiously
through our wicked ways

As we weave gaslighting Machiavellian plans

To always deceive

(C)
Copyright John Duffy