Forbidden Love

New and exciting, chemistry catalysing a feeling.

Forbidden yet exciting, but unhealthy they say.

Punishment and abuse, tortured for feeling lust.

Kisses stolen and lingering looks are struggling to be broken.

Like a flame relighting and refusing to blow out.

Desperate to touch, with the very essence still on my fingertips, 

growing stronger every day.

Intimacy caught in the reflection of mirrors and the eyes

of the cats tell tales.

I mock those that don't believe or build ice bricks in between.

It doesn't and never will be strong enough.

Something to survive for, something to fight for.

We will be the flower that survives winter.