Rendezvous

I promised me not to tell

I did not promise thee not to write

A beautiful sunset in the park

A beautiful cousin by my side

Dear reader promise not to tell

A slight touch of hands

And the setting sun watched us kiss

Soon the moon peeked through the night

Doing what cousins should not

The guilt was in me

But the pleasure racing

Through me was thicker

I will not tell if you do not

Were our parting words

Smiling at myself; feeling of greatness

Blaming incest to science and adolescence

The sweet innocence of our gentle sin.