The Cupboard

 The Cupboard.

 

A room to escape

Solace

Peace

Laughter.

 

Friends finding comfort with idle chat

Music

Sport

Misery.

 

Her scent stirs his desire she is

Oblivious

Unknowing

Smells good.

 

She can’t read the man of many words

Confusion

Stomach churning

wanting.

 

Months pass and a tension builds

Fire

Passion

Yearning.

 

A cupboard stands dark in the corner of the room

Pencils

Paper

Tools of imagination.

 

As she leaves she passes the cupboard

His eyes burn her, her desire floods her

She turns

He’s there

Trapped.

 

Can they hear each other’s hearts beat?

BOOMING!

POUNDING!

BOOMING!

 

She’s pinned against the cupboard

Tools of imagination scatter

His body presses against hers

Heat warms her scent

Hot breath on skin

Thrill of being caught.

 

Lips gently touch

Hands cradle face

Bodies touch from breast to toe

Dark cupboard fills will loves glow.

 

The same time each day

Lovers light the darkness of the cupboard

Passion stolen

Sated.

 

Cupboard’s doors open like arms

Pulling in the lovers

Enjoying the forbidden love

Heat

Passion.

 

He’s gone.

 

 

Cupboards doors stay closed

No more love

No more glow

No more

No more.

 

 

The room of escape is now more

It is a room of heart ache

Broken dreams

No more laughter

No more idle chat

No more stolen kisses

No more

No more

 

 

The cupboard houses still,

Tools of imagination

But stands forever dark

Holding onto the secret of forbidden lovers

When they once lit it’s darkness.