4 May 2014

Forbidden

Sango Bay

Take a picture of this

We were holding hands

We had heavy heads

And happy hearts

We were stoned

In the regular variety

We rushed to the shore

The sea lapped at our feet

The wind tugged at our hair

We were immortal then

We were cleansed

Spotless as in infancy

The world had yet to find us

To bind us to convention

And condemn us - all three

For the illicit love we shared

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1 comment:

  1. Praveen Parasar5 May 2014 at 11:32

    'Spotless as in infancy' a really good piece john....

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