In the Arms of Antiquity
In The Arms of Antiquity
At our age
people make faces
when we talk
of love making,
as if the thought
is too bizarre
to entertain.
Were it not
for people
our age
making love
there would be
no people
your age
to make love.
So we must leave,
seek comfort
in old and secret
places,
seek solace
in the arms
of antiquity’s
joy,
return to the
wonder, lust,
and jubilation
of love’s
most ancient
promise,
to be truly
everlasting,
to outlive
its need for
passion’s promise,
to walk
hand in hand
and make love
amid its
dreams.
John G. Lawless
10/24/2014
for Justin Bordner contest
Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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