As it was….

the room for magpie tales

They left the room
as it was….
holding hands
silently smiling
a taste of freedom
as their lips
gently touch.

They emerge
into the evening
unaware of rain
amid a village
in the mountains
A secret place he chose.

They meander streets

cobblestones clicking                                                                                                             
music fills the air.

They find themselves
gazing into each others eyes
revealing their secrets
red wine amongst their breath
sharing sweet words of longing.

A child cries
braking their trance
reminding them of
what really exists
beyond these mountains.

Her eyes swell
His voice cracks

Their love untouchable
without falsehood
too strong to ignore
to risky to except

Their escapade of chance
permitted by fate
feed by desire
released by hope.

They go back to the room
forgetting the child
forgetting their lives
immersing themselves
within sheets
each other
folds of cloth and self
holding nothing back.

They know it will end
may never be again.

They wrap tighter
not wanting to
ever let go
of the other
the village
as it was
in the room.

Dedicated to Andy