We have not long to love.
Light does not stay.
The tender things are those
we fold away.
Coarse fabrics are the ones
for common wear.
In silence I have watched you
comb your hair.
Intimate the silence,
dim and warm.
I could but did not, reach
to touch your arm.
I could, but did not, break
that which is still.
(Almost the faintest whisper
would be shill).
So moments pass as though
they wish to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day…
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