The curtain rose, revealed the obscene scene
Of lovers now ungauged as passions rage.
A head goes down in haste to taste the Queen.
Two women sing. Sweet harmonies cascade,
Into lustful grating cadence of sound,
Until silenced by a lingering kiss.
Taught strings take up their tension, and astound
The watchers, caught; voyeurs of lovers’ bliss.
The words they sing, hidden in music’s flow,
Fly past us, like a morality lost.
In this moment only the lovers know
The reason for this lesbian cost.
Now we see the trousers are on a boy.
His cousin’s matronly mounds, are his toy.