Delightfully illicit

to picture hiding with a married woman

inside a gazebo just after dusk

during a party at her house

with her fattened nipples

against my chest

through an unbuttoned shirt,

a long holding after years of holding back,

letting go a secret of long ago


Be careful,

there are fireflies in the yard

and crickets sounding alarms


Even so,

still too early

to be caught

under this sullen roof

by the jealous old man

of the night