Pre-lewd

The empty walls
Dark…stark….
And a shade of fire…
Half light… dimmed light…
Ambered through the space…
Filled in it… a warmth…
Smouldering to fervour…

Shadows splattered on walls…
Like an abstraction…
Stretched out of proportion…
Concealing the truth…

Of two bodies entwined…
Whispers and gasps…
A silent conversation…
Of skin and spirit…

But no definition…no outline…
A haze… a fuzz…
A miasma of desire…

And a soft query…
“What is this…”
For an indestructible faith…
Draped sensibility…
In cloaks of fib…

“A prelude…”
A convenient word…
With a distant hope…
Like the carrot on the stick…

So a semi-conscious trip…
To a callous fall…
In the pit of lust…
Sliding and gliding…
And a thud…
And the sudden interlude…
When actuality strikes…

That “prelude” is such a misleading word…
An overture? A prologue? A preface? ….
A lie?... a deception?...

A way to elude…
Or just to delude.
For I despise…
A prelude.