pastry

Morning adulterery

She meets him every day at 8,
An hour of illicit company
Over pain aux raisins

This one is pounds heavier
Balder, better at looking her
In the eyes,

They get the chance, before 9
Strikes their lives dumb,
To another day

In the city and another night
Waiting for the time
Between 8 and 9

When he can see her
And she can see him who
Is not hers.