I took him to the park.
By the people of the night,
we walked.
Hands enclasped.
Frightened and unsure,
Of all the things about to be.
In some way, he was not
safe.
A dark and brooding outdoor
place;
And inside? Just the same.
A wrongful lust.
A deathly passion.
Another dose of something bad.
Hidden in plain sight,
United in our splendour,
Not one single fuck was given.
Desire unleashed it\'s pointed
head,
And soon the park engulfed
us both.
Senses entwined,
With each and every pace of breath,
And whimper of delight;
We gave into the darkness.
A dishevelled mess we
had become.
With twigs and damp and
fluid \'shame\'.
But that we did not feel
at all.
An awkward joy,
spread on both faces,
Hand in hand again we go.
As if it was something
quite real.
But of course;
Should never be.