Stealing glances from undulating water
beyond everyone’s sight.
When no-one else is watching.
Those proud parental eyes fix on your charge
as you snatch by the pool a blur-image of Him.
Another age saw a love you held unrequited
for a thousand, and one night.
Another Older Man, wedded to a woman’s face,
makes you dream of roses is snare-wire, and yearn
for the unobtainable, for your unholy grail of desire.
Did you suffered that pain as a daughter
in a classroom den gloss-bright,
in a silent scream schoolgirl fantasy, scratching
secret nihilist notes while bleeding tears in large
pools, always hoping no-one would see your sin?
O, to feel on your neck His breath heated;
to have Him hold you tight;
to kiss your cherry-red lips in moist embrace.
Seize something to ease the pain, temper the burn,
of your intemperate heart and its unforgiving fire.
Steal now His body and His soul: give no quarter.
When, later, under your bedside light
no-one can see you quietly, desperately snatching
His heart from that other, and you answer the charge,
if given any chance, could you show yourself to Him?