My mother drove back to the intersection. "Who are you dating?" "Don't ask," I said. I wasn't dating anyone. I was fornicating with Batman.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky
Tis no sin love's fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes accounted been.
Let love steal in disguised as friendship.
Love, smoke and a cough cannot long be hid!
On the sly, scoping for love.
