Rendezvous

Falling like ninepins ...
back they come,
the lovely sins,
too few, as they sum...

sins... they were,
some carnal, some loverly...
the sweet aftertaste, intoxicating ...
ah, but not soberly

a run across the desert,
a glimpse to catch...
of the twinkle in her eyes...
and dreams to hatch ...

he ambles in,
his eyes kiss hers,
rustle of skin, the first touch
first sonnets of the verse...

side by side on the ricktey bench,
talking eyes and silence between,
twitching hands get closer,
joy and rendezvous unforeseen,

a soul lost in weary dreams,
content and unaware,
of throbbing hearts,
near her, somewhere...

in the consternation,
they discuss books and Ray,
but underneath,
the love holds sway...

the train creaks in,
and up they go,
he dozes, she looks on...
behold and lo...

an obscured clasp of hands,
notices, not a soul,
but the two of them,
hurried glances that they stole,

yes, sins they were,
some carnal, some loverly...
the sweet aftertaste, intoxicating...
ah, but not soberly...

~Maanu