When Night Falls

The most vivid memory I have from one of my tragic love stories.

Hands wanting

to rove higher than my legs.

Lips wanting

to lean in and claim me.

Secrets that we must keep,

in order to continue our lover's embrace.

Sunlight, hours away, waiting to

pounce and expose us.

A swaying hammock,

not by a breeze, but

by our shaking to restrain ourselves.

Who knows what else happens

when night falls.

Author's Note

All my writing is true and I have experienced everything in my life. I only hope that others will not make the same mistakes that I have.