Secret Lovers

As she watched the rain pelt the earth, saw the thirsty terra absorb each drop, she thought of the passion he had ignited. It was a mindful burn, one that existed and grew in their imagination, but it felt real, even tangible. It was more than any sensation she had labeled "Love" before. 

Was it so intoxicating because it was forbidden? She was sure that was a component. But he had a way of knowing the words, looks and stolen touches that she craved, without knowing it herself. Every element of this man fit perfectly into her yearning- except that she belonged to someone else. 

She researched for a label, a justification or a way they could be free to love without imploding lives, leaving a trail of destruction. 

Was she a muse, geisha, courtesan, lover, mistress, whore?

All names or labels she would happily accept if it meant access to him. But the fervor she felt for him was more than any description she could find. She searched poetry, great literally works, artists and kings looking for some point of reference. 

Finding none, she resolved that they were simply two people in love, that found each other too late. 

She would never give him up, he would never leave her mind, they would exist in the world of shadows. Fueling a passion that would be unrequited and growing.