waters of love

How have they  become so vague 
Stirred up 
And so opaque? 
For while our eyes 
Now so seldom meet
I think of us
Between the sheets 
Messing about 
With kisses sweet 
This –our- aching intimacy.
I need to know …Is the innocence 
Of our friendship lost
in an act of lust?
The act has happened. 
We are not as we were. 
Our lives now are muddied 
By actions 
Now a distorted blur. 
But as I look at you across the room 
I taste your scent 
And my heated heart 
Slowly shudders to a quake. 

© adh2014