That We Should Part

The harried pace of life; for me it seems

does not allow a man much time to burn.

But when I lose myself in my daydreams,

I recollect our love at every turn.

 

Who can imagine why I said goodbye?

The tightening of my throat recalls the taste,

of your delightful cup, a heartfelt sigh,

remembers well your legs around my waist.

 

To see your wide eyes looking up at me

in hopes of finding pleasure in my face.

Or kneeling on the bed, your fevered plea,

that I should occupy my favorite place.

 

How eagerly you drew me to your heart!

How carelessly I bid that we should part.

Louis William Rose
February 2002