By Stephen
Date: 2003 Feb 19
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My love for you is growing old with you,
when once defining such came easy,
in questions of heart I've always known:
Just a parade of crush and play

But memories have gone and gone to age
and no longer can a work of love equate
the unhinged fantasies of you I've had...
No kiss, no sex; nothing as so usual.

Just days and months and years of you:
A face of shadow mask and minuet firelight
Between our arms ancient with appetite
in such simplistic thought as tempo inhaling.

Thus to answer a new and puzzling love;
is bringing comfort to a dusting, knotted old thing.
The day to twine again is golden
and that love is worth all wait.