Unfaithful

For every neck, there are two hands
to caress it
Two hands to hold while a tender embrace takes its course

For every neck, there is a pair of lips
to gently tickle and graze it
A pair of lips to taste the flame while
her neck tilts back as if to look up, beyond bliss

Bliss sinks to bleakness, young love
deepened with disturbance

For every neck, there are two hands
to choke it
Two hands to strangle, while it seems choking back the tears
will strangle
him