Closure

Softly, tenderly whisper it to me once more. I must hear it before the closing of the door. Tell me in a voice that's wired to my soul. Tell me you love me with a love I alone know. Hold me, mold me to your charms complete. Soothe me with balmed hands before I sleep. Of a truth, I need you now as never before. There is a beckoning from that distant shore. I tremble now, feeling the fateful hour near. It will cruelly seize what I have ever held dear. But we know in the back burner of our minds that for every love, time this moment finds. Softly, tenderly whisper it to me once more-- hurry, Love, there is rasping at the door. (Written in 2015.)