Beyond The Gates Of Eden (For Wu)
I feel abashed at something I’ve done wrong
and wish it didn’t involve another
for, thanks to my libido, my glib tongue
has made a married woman my lover.
Had I but known the dark guilt I’d foster
I’d have kept it stowed firmly in my pants
but neglect of what our act would cost her
led me to lead her on some merry dance
engineered by my base, priapic lust.
Now she is tormented by our deceit.
When I first thought to win over her trust
by not keeping these lowborn thoughts discreet
my will to woo her did become the cause
of much sadness. My gift to her? Remorse…
…and now I feel it too. Would that I’d paused
and taken a shower instead: discourse
of all desire, though innocent at first,
must needs breed such unwelcome abstractions;
flirtation revels in emotions cursed
by progressive, destructive reactions.
I never meant it to pan out this way;
it was first, foremost merely innocent
but I talked her ‘round just to hear her say
that she, too, felt the same wanton intent.
Now though she’s distressed by what we have done
so I can’t stress enough this dire warning:
should you too fancy some ‘innocent’ fun
keep it zipped and don’t – don’t! - spoil her morning.