The Decline of Love
first love was easy as a stroke
the body of april flesh,
strobes of light
on busty beats,
Bright ships unplundered
love was easy at first
the act itself
beyond fulfilments need
Then Winters call
we shed our skins
we had no calling
other than our own
just two beasts bucklering's in the night
Our pages fulfilled
we await tomorrow's snow
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2022
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