THE HERE AND NOW
Come live this moment, the Here and Now
among the vast cascade of years.
Wring every drop that Fates allow
from cold jealousies and furnished fears.
Average lovelies are forever fifteen,
while true beauty grows older above.
No great passion in those too green;
while fine for lust, but not for Love.
Eventually you might come to see
my soul by yours beguiled,
our dance of Love would be as free
as the laughter of a playful child.
Come love me, for what time may take
before you must drift away.
Of my hunger a virtue I will make
and dine upon you while I may.
Let us wrestle with the hand of Fate
and if our success is meant,
let love be something we can create
despite others attempts to prevent.
©2011 Christopher Reilley
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