We, Love Alone In The Barracca Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Lost!
No human here
But we!

The first group
Of kisses
Bred the next
And
Then
The
Next
The
Next


Love
Fear not!
Our muscles stronger
Grow
With each embrace.
Weep, Love
The tears in your eyes
Those splendid lakes
Here
The moon welcomes us!

Each body
To the other
Makes signs:
You know
What they be.
We closer
Grow and
Press and press.
We feel restraint
Only in our clothes.

Your tears
Grow
And the small
Shouts of joy.
I too.
Hour after hour
Sweet
Pass by
And
Towards the edge of Dawn
We remain
Till
Startled by the first human
Sound
We compose ourselves
Hand in hand walk
You nearly fall
In the sweet joy of
Love.
I hold you
Makes you sweeter.
More
Sweet words we
Whisper.
Till
We reach your home
We kiss and
Kiss
Till we depart alone
In joy and sadness.