So out beneath
The pale moonlight
She crept…
To steal,
To meet,
The man beneath the stars…
Death may be worse,
Maybe not…
But upon what
Sight did she gaze?
Her man,
Standing Naked
Standing Glistening
With another
Another man,
As fine as he…
This was worse than Death
She stood frozen
With Shock
With Fear
With Fascination
And watched them
Touch
Fondle
Kiss
Him making love
To his Lover
Forbidden to do
Forbidden to see
This was worse than Death
Indeed…