There are no ellipses between moments
One melds into the next
Thus I want to endeavor
To love you in moment-bests
One moment with you darling
Simply leaves me longing for
Its full measure without parting
For at least one moment more
Farewell of fingers tracing
Is love’s inevitable
But heart-to-heart embracing
Is love’s subliminal
There are no ellipses between moments
They pulse in farewell’s kiss
But moment-hope anticipation
Is love’s tender-sweetest bliss
© Janet Martin
Yuriy: How does it fall? Subliminally, slowly, silently or sadly?
ReplyDeletesigh. I think all the above:)
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