Valentine’s Day

I wish I could say, I love you Like before; but I Don’t. I wish I had your twenty-year old body, Cheeks soft and fresh, lips pouting, And eyes too dark, fathomed in uncertainty. Beneath that wholesome surface, Fire. Beneath that sweetness, beneath that honesty, Desire: A turning outward, a desperation... I know you have it in you, Just close your eyes To your past, to your family, Your boring worn-out traditions; step Outside of time, beyond The reason of religion. Step into Your self, the self that will not be gagged or Dragged by centuries Of mere words, the self that Is still free. Bring her, Like a new bride, bring Her to me, smiling, And let me with my heavy passion Suffocate that smile, releasing its Heat.