‘Tis true I had a dalliance with a man but twice below my age

‘Tis true I had a dalliance with a man but twice below my age.

His demure façade followed a ferrous object’s unfolding flight

And magnetized me with a field of charges so abiding, so strong.

That day I carelessly sat in my quaint bungalow just south of North Dakota

When the discordant crunch of leaves outside clattered within my ears.

‘Twas then that I peered through the frostbitten window and felt his force.

My mind dissipated and my heart was lost within his comely stature.

Inside I knew this desire was immoral for he was in a state of efflorescence:

His face held the rosy cheeks of a child; his eyes gleamed with innocence.

I stealthily slipped across the room and to the door to take a closer look.

His halcyon smile glimmered through the dimness of the winter evening.

It too glimmered through the dimness of the lonely world in which we stood.

I walked outside and made my first and sole blunder that forever remains in regret.

Beside the path we sat on stones withered down by much time and disaster,

And without thought I turned to him and foolishly professed for him my love.

But more foolishly than this, and that which I regret, was my abrupt escape.

I fled from the stones on which we sat upon the path and away from him.

I ran inside and closed my eyes and I cried and cried and cried!

I feared I’d forever change once I professed all my heart held inside.

Now I sit in my quaint bungalow just south of North Dakota and hide.