What is it of this act,
that marks those partaking
with the musk like scent
of betrayal?
That lingers around you
like a mantle of deceit.
That leads to raw,
Illicit coupling;
the unacknowledged.
Deftness of hand
deceives the heart.
De facto,
the unacknowledged.
Your lingering kiss
leaves sweet sugar taste
on my tongue,
but this treachery’s name
cannot be spoken
I like that you are not being judgmental here. Just laying out the sordid facts to create the image, with not even a need to know the effect on the reader. I'm glad to have read this.
Well-written observational piece. Sounds like there is an element of suspicion of somebody close behind the words or an experience of betrayal close to home. I hope, of course, this is not the case! A hard subject to write about, whatever the reason, very well handled by a talented writer.
the sweet and bitterness of the forbidden...a frailty of us being human
Having partaken of this illicit activity numerous times, most often before I was married, I am familar with that feeling afterwards, but it was never as intense a feeling as that first time. Still, adultery can be hazardous to your health, particularly if a husband catches you in the act! When young, I was shot at twice by irate husbands, who fortunately were so mad they couldn't shoot straight! Your poem was very well written and quite expressive and I enjoyed reading it, Sue. Carl.
Not an act one is moved lightly to commit... I feel sorry for those that fall into this relationship.
It is good to see adultery being called what it is with no excuses, instead of lauded. I liked the irony of the last lines in relation to the title.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the eroticism and mystique embedded in the unknown, , , , after the fact the sweet taste lingers in abbreviation....