Now Though, It’s Summer Already You Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Now though it’s summer already you
Seem to be thinking, thinking of winter
And of its gelid snows, its frosty touch
Its numbing of your feelings
And your love
Else how has your passion cooled?
How has your skin that burned and moved
In wave after wave
Now motionless and rude
No longer burns under the loving touch?

Your look
Has now assumed
The aegis of indifference beneath your mask:
Your eyes
No longer throw dark brands of fire
Your lips
No longer posed and desirous
But flaccid and uninterested

Ah! my queen
You play your game and think
That I have not a card

No! No! at least a card I have – you do not know.

For if
Your burning touch no longer comes
Nor your delirious breath
Nor fire from your nostrils come
Nor your lips desirous of sweet kisses are
Nor your arms for my embraces yearn
Then you will quench the fire
Slowly but surely
The fire that burns in me will of itself
Burn itself to ashes that remain
And these can only rise
If you my black queen of the south
Will your heat renew and double it
Then - only then
My ashes will be warm and heat again
Rise like the phoenix.