It was forbiddenTo trespass beyond those barriersAnd venture onto the virgin pavement Of the new roundabout.So we did. It was prohibitedFor us to clamber upon that rockAnd champion ourselves upon it,Choosing to view the world around us From a raised perspective.So we did. It was unauthorizedFor you to kiss me that night,Under the omniscient night sky and Clairvoyant stars,And under no circumstances Were you to tell me That we should be together.And so you did. Perhaps It was merely a conquest:To be the first,Pioneers of the pavement. Or maybe it was The irresistible, intoxicating drawOf the forbidden:To be righteously wrong,Rebels of the rock. And, of course,It might have been neither. I hope so. But something tells me There is little gravitational pullTo the rock and the roundaboutOnce the novelty ofThe off-limits and the untouchedIs gone.