Your eyes forecast
the coming of showers...

your persona gloomy
forever overcast by dark clouds

whether I say...


I love you

Or

not.

Lips pressed gently
again soft
sweetly scented skin
the first flush
of spring
begging to be taken
it the tasting
of his kiss
teeth slowly grazing
untouched flesh
teasing the stone with tongue
from wetted peach
juice warm and sticky
drips from eager excited lips
in rivulets of pure unsweetened
pleasure
tongue moves faster
as mouth *****
hard
drinking deep each droplet
inhaling with each intake of breath
the waft of summer meadows
where lovers lay
and shared forbidden fruits
from scrumpied trees
as here
now
I taste once more
the heady bouquet of love
wrapped up in lustful
decadence
of greed and avarice
your pain my pleasure
your gift my gain
as spittle
from my or' excited tongue
mixes callously
with the spiced perfume
of your open petals
sedating only my thirst

but

not

my

hunger...

( Lights up on a stately garden
centre stage stands a male figure
the right side of his face badly scarred and burnt )


By mine one deformities I'm I here undone
casting mine withered shadow or' a dying sun
as I long to feel the touch of soft lovers breath
from one such as she at this sweet eve'nings death
for I would die if upon mine own lips her kiss should play
granting me peace at this the bitter end of day
to know her embrace wouldst break my hollow heart
as I too with dusk must now depart
but come again the evenings sweet repose
and I again will come to thee my sweet autumnal Rose

( a female figure walks out onto her balcony as he slips away silently )

Oh gentle moon why doth thou mock my aching breast
where is the heart that beats beneath so honest chest
that sings in silent secret tone
a love that's mine and mine alone
come falling stars once more deny my wishes made
and hide from me as I must hide my pain beneath this false facade


( a shadow moves beneath her balcony to follow the first retreating figure )


Know not the truth of this unspoken and yet unrequited love
is not in features scarred or in stars above
but in the foolishness of pride
that hides ones heart and ones heart must hide
for two such souls within the throes of such abandonment
should find each others arms by mortal deeds and not by wishes spent
so onward night and guise me from all prying eyes
that I may bring forth their love before the sun doth once more rise
bid thee aid me in this my hour of need
and grant success to this my honest and most heart felt deed

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