A Place Love Played

It was late July or August,
When between the streets we strolled.
Felt the warm night’s breeze upon us,
As our bidding hearts were sold

To each other. In the darkness
Laughs and lusts went intertwined.
A spark, intense, relentless sharpness,
Love’s dagger struck my spine.

So through the lines that marked the road,
We danced all night, no beds.
Gave in to push and pulls bestowed
By chemicals in our heads.

You walked me home, I walked you back,
We found we couldn't leave.
Though hard we tried, could not detach,
Hearts tangled in our sleeves.

Between our homes, we quit this.
Half way seemed fair and sane.
A surprising, yet expected, kiss,
The breaking point of tame.

Now time to go, it’s early,
The sun’s spying on our embrace.
She smiled, bright and pearly,
And left without a trace.

Though now we’re sparse, I promise
I’m left without regret
Of that night, late July or August,
When our lips first softly met.