If fate demands
That a lifetime of pleasure, be confined to twenty-four hours
Then I give all that I am and can be...
To you
If you permit me twenty-four hours to love you
I am....
Stretching the seconds spent kissing your lips
over racing pulse and swollen breath
Maximizing the minutes spent inhaling your scent
Searing touch into skin.
Holding you close for hours, defying the revolution
of the earth's movement on it's axis.
Even while I am spinning
Helplessly in the circle of your arms.
As we chase the day,
I am powerless, freefalling into your embrace
Eyes open at last, seeing sunset as the enemy
Of a love that has no real opportunity
to grow old and happy
into a fat gray contentment.
Saturday January 22nd,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem