In the solitude of that room
your body embraced mine with fervour,
we were the murmur, the sweet table talk.
Our names danced endlessly
from hand to hand, from mouth to mouth,
until they faded into routine.
My lips drew lines over your eyes,
tore walls, creating fiery trails,
each mark a sign of divine passion.
In the gloom of that room,
our voices intertwined,
in the heresy of love, like ancient rebels.