Comments about Anthony Marriner
The space creeps up, at first unseen,
Where once the clasp of youth had grown.
Can love persist such distance obscene-
Or shall life proceed in monotone?
We each still crave love’s caress,
That maps our torrid union’s history.
But time has dulled erotic progress;
Complacency, robs passions mystery.
Frigid darkness chases light away,
As silent pain fills up the void.
Reaching out, can my hand stay-
Or will rejection’s answer lie with Freud?