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