an affair

the place smelled of musk and lime

scents reminiscent of that sweet time

and oh, the time it was, so utterly divine

but as usual the clock must chime

and chime it must, and chime it did

but we lingered, we waited

waited for the sign, so inflated

with pregnant pauses that hibernated

in the space between us.

but we still did not move, we did not budge

we were too scared, too old to misjudge

but the place smelled of musk and lime

of the things we do against spare time

of the things we do, partners in crime