There in the dark, faces illuminated by candlelight,
There, passion scurries behinds the closed door,
held in tight clenches naked and hiding under
the cover of fantasy. But this love lacks a root,
it is in their minds that this lust has been given birth.
No sense of self-worth for imaginary lovers.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik 2013
Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #96