LOVEPOEM (2)

thistime it
was not the same,
though we were no less generous
with our kisses.

in bed, arms remembered
,bodies twined in familiar sequences
but something was
different)

or something was not different
enough.

(and i realised
our love can never be
everything,

felt the needing stir for someone

although nightly still i’ll ache
into YOUR arms,
where all my truths become
rainbows.
o

i love you too much to ask you
and too little not to feel afraid
.

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