Like ivies entwined
Curling through the branches of life,
We made for the light
From out of totalitarian darkness.
We had to, you see.
Natural lovers chased by the mould,
The mildew of existence,
Seeking the comforts of shared warmths
And a quiet breath or two,
Yes, we tried.
Innocents, one might have said,
If free from society’s sharp tongues
And scathing accusations.
Or alternatively fools.
For the truth was,
The very essence of the situation,
We were naked in hindsight.
Weren’t we all?