Come.
Come kiss me
Until my lips are bruised.
Call me
And I shall come to you unrestrained,
Fear no longer binds my feet.
No fear have I,
Of losing you.
No fear of heartache, I know must come,
For have I not learnt
My lessons of love from you?
There is no time
To wait and feel
The emotions of which we easily speak;
No place for the soul to yearn,
No need for unnecessary strings.
Happiness for today
Is all we seek.
Love has its utility.
When you no longer come to me,
Like you
I shall find
Others that gladden my weary heart
And bring diversion to my mind.
My eyes shall not follow you
In the crowd;
No face is distinct from the rest.
Moments of joy,
Are all I shall remember.
Those that brought them,
I may forget.
So come.
Hold me in your arms
And whisper your words of love,
False though they be,
Today’s need let them appease.
And let’s not talk
Of the ‘ever’,
For tomorrow
There shall be another,
Standing where you stand today,
His lips as ardent,
His love as transient,
His arms as compelling
And words empty of their meaning.
He shall begin
Where you left.
And I, like drift-wood
Float unheeding,
One to the other
And another,
A living symbol
Of your love and its truth.
Come,
For life is short
And time runs out.
Today is our day,
We don’t have a tomorrow.