Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?