Stolen Waters...

Kiss my lips
 And let me inside
While we are yet clothed
In the safety
Of this darkened place,
For light comes soon.

Speak only muted whispers
For these walls
Have ears
That hear thoughts unspoken.
And eyes that see
Deeds undone.

I can not
Unclothe my affection
Before the eyes of the world
For the pleasure
Of this romance
Lies in the secret of it.

So we shall
Unveil not this love
For just as the sages say,
Stolen water
Taste sweeter than wine
Offered by a King.

By Kukogho Iruesiri Samson ( Nigeria )


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