What it's like to Wander

Hidden Love

At dusk we lie
Upon sand dunes, not satin sheets.

On the cock of the crow
I wake, shaken by dawn.

Tirelessly you work for me,
For my love, not hand in marriage.

But alas, by evening I fall again
My heart weakens before the moon.

Your touch loosens morals,
Slice into me and take a bite.

I am yours if you are mine
Around these bonfires of love.

The veil of night hides flaws and
Makes this love possible.

But we don't belong together,
Oh, beyond the midsummer nights.