The illicit lovers' act

Moments in difficult places
of access, more hideout than hidden,
where lovers competing forever
to perform their advances, the clever
pulling of heartstrings, possessing
their mind-enhanced buildings,
and guessing the tilt of the towers of lust.

Upholding their quivering ladders
they only lean hard on each other,
their grounding unstable and muddy.
By the water they're taking their chances,
when they throw the flat stones of endurance
thus rewarding each leap on the surface
that bounces more often and further.

But eyes all around in the bushes
and trees of surveillance keep judging
each act with suspicion. Approval
stays far off their playground not sharing
their brazen hot-air-ballooned daring,
unable to pay them their tribute
for smiling and beautiful gestures.