≡ Reluctance
I can feel your weight
On my breast
As the light filters in
Through the gauze at your window
The perfume of
Lilac and cinnamon
Conjoin with the scent
Of our passion
The remnants of romance
Scattered heedlessly
Abandoned
And then
A lonely shadow falls
Across the foot
Of the bed;
It is my reluctance
To leave you.
W.E. Fripp III
12/20/2009
