Secret Affair Poem by Arno Le Roux

Again the rain and the bus not her car stopped late at a quarter past five

The door opened in slow motion and poured out why I'm alive

Brush of her arm then hazel eyes under her hat me to insanity drive

Of this day repeat in our publick diaries pencilled in supper

Her calves worked hard as the steep hotel stairs went upper

Wrist I took first as I past her panting pulling her closer

Deleted my hour, my day, my week, my month at last

My mind was rinsed bare from any business forecast

Thoughts of impure necessities swelled up so vast