Chrysalis Lovers

CHRYSALIS LOVERS It’s a cold evening, hands buried in coat; My chrysalis lover rends this quote: “It is a life preserving medicine to be in love with the right person.” For the love we both share Is like Cleopatra in Anthony’s care She’s my affection at present But if, inevitably, she is absent, Will I still relish her scent? Won’t this strong emotion soon relent? Will the pleasure of another event In distant lands demand me to repent? Will she wait till I pay the bridal fee? In a decade, won’t she be parental free? Will she, in love and trust, tarry till our seed of love becomes a tree? Songs we’ve sang Places we hang Victories we bang Every day we rang Won’t this love face its battle? Don’t we tolerate each other’s flaws? Doesn’t beauty shrink in Time’s claws? Won’t these dark glowing skins wrinkle? No red bond, yet we’re a single; We hated it whenever we cross the bounds of moral laws. Our smooth flesh, did we fondle? We’ve decided no checking the blouse: no browsing the body with palm-mouse; that our senses will not arouse to defile the Lord’s house.