Affairs of the mind

It was just talk
talk of the days work
the heat and humidity
of hopes and dreams
children and schools
work and work again
there was never a suggestion
of impropriety in the least
no evidence of leaning towards
a lustful indulgence
it was pure
it was clean
may be not so neat
as to fit in this worlds definitions
there was no burden
to placate or cajole
i know it was right
and it was true
because it felt so wrong.