A Love Poem
>> Sunday, December 18, 2016
Sweetheart,
we have to clear
spectral clutter of erstwhile loves
and the superfluous curse of
an inevitable future
let
us get inside
the
deepening dusk,
before
the hour arrives
for
the slumbering ghosts
to
creak and mutter
here
we are –
in
sensuous December of our existence
with
an unbridled ardour,
which
had all, but
swept
us off in autumn
we’ll
wander down
to
the broken chasm,
body
and mind
beyond the horizon,
like
man and woman
in
a love story
forgetting
over sour coffee and cigarettes,
the
approaching sunrise
which
lay ahead us
in
blue mist
we
might still be safe,
if
we walked hand in hand
stifled
in other people’s glare
for
they can only shake their heads
in
grudging appreciation
you
know how it is
if
you walked on
in
that beautiful flush of
love’s
ecstatic triumph ---
here
today
gone
tomorrow