Passing over silent vista
Vast distances to cross
An unhurried man will match the pace
Of the uncertain landscape to travel down to see you,
In secret circumstances to stand alone, untouched, except by longing
Feelings emerge, as vessels, carry you away into the forbidden
Hidden love laid down its arms to lust
The soft crust of restrain now broken, pouring over soft skin
Like rain on tin the refrain of sin crosses beyond the known
Beyond the everyday,
Beyond death.
“You never should have come here”
How were you to know of the implications of the dangerous destination
Between those arms.
