TIME

I linger by night

amidst the forbidden space between them

I myself am forbidden

and so I pose this challenge

Between their entwined bodies I slip

under their private portal I flow

As drops of sweat on their skin I drip

and I roll with them into heaven

In each darkest night I hide

from the guardians of virtue

from time to time they pursue me

for the world from which I was stolen

I sail through the crumpled sheets and listen

as the right condemns the true

I see truth in its lonely corner

Unable to drift between its blacks and its whites

And her wrongs and his rights

I see isolated parking lots

and the world's weary blindfold

Sin's slender, smooth legs

and the absolutely clueless, on the other side of the window

At times I wish I were frozen

and linger on, this night and those to follow

Oh if I were still

and leaning on bright Sirius

even till the last drops of April

Only the brightest star in the Northern sky

can capture the travels of time

if just in scattered but eternal memories

so years of my wandering

would leave memories

of their secret space unaltered,

as long as the dog star burns, and meets their eyes.

But I must go, and bring on the reluctant finale

for even time has duties

to look on helpless lovers at dawn

when inch by inch they disentwine

and in his mind he bleeds

morning has come too soon!

and in her mind she bleeds

for hours that melt

and minutes that fade away all too quickly

for stolen time and guilty deeds

for choosing the wrong from right

and both in their minds ask

where time has gone

on this, and every other genuine night.