Philosophy In The Bedroom Poem by Ballerina With Fins

You caught me as I was standing there,
hands on hips, and hands on hair.
(Not Guilty; I wouldn't dare ;)
The silence, I could hardly bear.

Bare, he said. Let it come undone.
Come on, you, let's have some fun.
Honey, she said, I'll never find
Someone lovely as you, Divine.

Together, lost, that darkened night;
in blackness- I had lost my sight.
Breaking free (it was too tight
for you and me) my mind took flight.

Where are you, love, inquired he.
(A place that only she could see,)
Not on the bed in which we lie?
(of honeybees and butterflies.)

Philosophy, Filosophy, in the bedroom.
I want no more bride and no more groom,
but the forbidden pleasure of the soul.

Shrouded in yearning amidst the doom.