So now they say I am allowed to love you.
Confused by this.
Wasn’t I loving you when we walked
And I told you about the night sky and the
And you screwed around in that fountain
While I breathed a sort of heartbeat,
Feeling the need to cover you with my body.
Wasn’t I loving you when
I carried you up three flights of stairs and
Dabbed you bloody nose and whispered
“Don’t listen to them, they don’t know.”
And so I took you outside to watch
The daylight go, slip into the shadow
Weren’t we in love, when you declared me
Darling Turtle Dove,
In the pen I wrote my first devotion with,
In the room where I gave you your
Wasn’t I loving you at every
Sunrise, and every finger touch and
Shoulder grip I think I remember
Exactly how the gods intended me to,
With rosy cheeks and
And wild afternoons and tumbling sheets.
I am now allowed to love you.
All I can say is,
“You are all, too late.”
2 thoughts on “Too Late (Love)”
Wow, I love this one!