The Luxury of Love

 

 

In my peripheral, I know

You are there

Across the room, my darling

The touch of your eyes

Our half-smile embrace

Is a blissful

And virile undoing

We are not over-drawn paupers

The wealthy have nothing on us

For we have a five-star heavenly-suite

As we bask

In the luxury

Of love

Pockets hold jingle and jangle

Hearts hold the warmth of a smile

With you over there

And me over here

Well, I guess that must do

For a while

But then, while they

Empty their pockets

To garner lust’s gold-gilded glove

Our half-smile will meet

In a kiss tender-sweet

As we bask

In the luxury

Of love

The things that all stuff is made of

Is cold, even gold with its guile

Cannot satisfy

Like the light in your eye

Or the hint in

Your little half-smile

The fortune we hold

Exceeds value

The plunder of greed

We disprove

For it cannot compete

With love’s kiss tender-sweet

As we bask

In the luxury

Of love

© Janet Martin

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