Wednesday, May 27, 2015

If not now

The hour has not come, not yet
when you shall lie in bed with me,
and let the blood roar, and shackles get
about the self who once was free
if not tonight, then later, if not now
then yet, you will bring me to delight
to your fine touch and teach me how
to know you well in the darkness of night
and raise the heat of passion, be assured,
that I will desire you, and yet
though I will love shameless in night obscured
I may regret the day we met
for love no friend, she ties you down
and leaves your heart upon the ground