Michael Schene: Instant Intoxication

Spring '13 TOC


I knew not your name but my
first glance at your sweet looks
made me sure that you would be
my first and only love.

As I moved nearer to you,
I was convinced that my days
as single were ended.
Like one-hand clapping,
one heart beating, both missing
the magical unity.

Time past, and time future,
the time separated would still be cruel.

Don't I want you here rather than there
to satisfy my desires?

My intoxication grows as our hands entwine.
Can this last or will it pass?




Not Enough Night
Not Enough Night
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