Beneath the Rose
Meet me
under cover(s)
in clandestine
destinations,
trust betrayal,
lust and fate
to Harpocrates
discretion.
Beneath
crimson petals,
we can sate
carnal appetites,
well beyond
prying eyes,
our secrets safe
beneath the rose.
Meet me
in our holy place
and confess
your dark wishes.
Let us do
the unspeakable
shielded by
the gift of Eros.
I will hold you
and whisper
“Sub rosa ,
my secret love”.
For we are gods
and our deeds,
cannot be judged
by mortals.
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