Becoming me

Wandering the Marsh lands at dusk

I see her.

Long black hair sucked by the wind.

Tall and wispy,

Teased by the breeze

Tossed on the froth of my mind.

A rush of desire floods my body

Delicate flames lick my skin

As we bump hands in passing

Lit in a split

second, adultery beckons.

I almost turn but one last strand

of common sense holds out

Then like a whisp of smoke

Bliss is remis

Is as far as the stars.

I look to see her ten steps behind

Knowing I'll wait

Till her purposeful steps reach

Me suddenly free

To undress and caress.

We walk hand in hand

Lulled by cricket orchestras

As the night falls

Pulling us along

Like an insistent song

Moonlight and beach

Within our reach

Painful desire does beseech

The need for skin

Again and again

Hands on faces,

In hair, in creases

Fire ignites in the night

Ecstasy rises, falls, climbs,

Takes flight,

Wins the fight

On a flurry of tongues

And teeth

And flesh beneath

Flesh

Our grief abolished

Fidelity demolished.

Now only raging fire remains

Can never tame

The pain the shame the blame

Or ever restrain

The disdain

For the night when my name

Became free

Became me.