Twisted Plots

The rising of the sun brings out the sparkle in your eyes.
Still fresh upon my memory are last evening’s lustful sighs.
Who are the gods who mold our lives into such fleshly art?
Who is the writer of this play assigning us each our parts?

Fate must have seen a role for you to bring my life pure joy.
Next to you and your beating heart, past lovers become mere toys.
As sunlight fills our hotel room, you whisper in my ear.
We smile as bodies begin to play their parts in this love affair.

Your roles as wife and mother, you’ve played them, as you must.
Your husband waits at home for you; in you he puts his trust.
Our playwrite put a twist in plots as we break from moral chains,
Illumined by blinding footlights, we press into passion’s flames.