Illicit Love

Photo by Dorothea OLDANI on Unsplash

It’s time to go, the hour is near.
I love you, girl, you’re my best friend,
but she must never find you here.

We’ve known each other many a year,
through ups and downs and ‘round the bend.
Now it’s time to go, the hour is near.

We’re a perfect fit, that much is clear.
It’s difficult to comprehend,
but she must never find you here.

I pace the floor ’til you appear,
and wish our time we could extend
but it’s time to go, the hour is near.

You know that I am quite sincere —
the two of us a perfect blend —
but she must never find you here.

Our love is true, you mustn’t fear,
but I’m not free, I can’t pretend.
It’s time to go, the hour is near.
She must never find you here.

A long time denizen of the Pacific Northwest, scientist, educator, artist, farmer, chicken wrangler, editor & writer at SalishMagazine.org.

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