Certain times…

 Certain places…

  Where we think we should be…

   When we think we are there…

        Time.
Curtain times…

 Curtained places…

  Not just a secret, hidden hideaway

    but a sweet, isolated closing.

        Night.

Inner mystery of hearts and souls
 
  Linked, latticed, laced to one another.

        Softly.

In the lock-step beating of our hearts…

 Draped in each other’s arms…

  In certain places…

   In certain times…

        Desire.