when passion goes public

she said he said that all it was
was a fuck all it was was sex
all it was was a good time &
they both wanted to just up &
leave it alone like two young
thangs hangin’ in the city just
wanting to wake up spent the
next morning with nobody by
their side so that they could
each go back to their normal
lives.

one thing led to another &
they found themselves together
again after all it had been so
easy the first time around but
the policy was the same &
the waking up spent with no
one next to em’ rang true again
so they both breathed their
prospective sighs of relief &
went about their day.

an untimely grip of need sucked
in one but not the other &
s/he showed up at the other’s
work breaking into their life
at a moment when they did not
expect it & the walls came
crashing down because the
passion that had been locked
safely away behind closed
doors bled out into the hallway
like that huge gushing wave of
red from kubrick’s “the shining.”

the why & the how came bustling
in simultaneously as the secret
lover’s face quickly switched
from someone who had all night
access to something of a frightening
stalker whom the other party now
thought belonged on “america’s
most wanted” or something of the
sort as the policy had been broken
as the terms had been changed by
one but not the other as there were
suddenly strings attached it all
seemed much easier for the party
yelling for the other to go away
(as if they hadn’t spent any time
at all with them) to continue doing
so, cauterizing the yearning heart
strings quicker than her/his friends
could even ask who said burned
individual was.