Untold Tale of Two Lovers

I wrote a tale of

two lovers today,

in a poem that

no one will see;

because

one just might be

you, let’s say,

and the other just

might be me.

Once upon a time,

not so long ago;

in a mystical,

magical land,

they

two did meet,

their lust did grow,

and a wonderful

story began.

They would meet

in a secret place,

under the stars,

out in the wood;

first

once, then twice,

then upping the pace;

finding it harder

to be good.

A look, a laugh,

a poke, a touch;

closer and closer

grew their bond;

and

soon both knew

without a doubt,

they had grown

way beyond fond.

But rules and roles

hung in their way,

so neither dared

risk the move;

‘til

urges so strong,

swung into play,

plunging them deep

within the groove.

One starlit night,

the mood just right,

before Nature and

in Nature’s own;

clutching

so tight, they came

once, then twice,

more intensely than

either had known!

I wrote a tale of

two lovers today,

in a poem that

no one will see;

because

one just might be

you, let’s say,

and the other just

might be me.

~g tristan tarot