When Donne Wanted More
‘John Donne, Anne Donne, Now undone.’
Now that we have done
All that we have,
Rest rather weary
On what’s good or is bad.
And not by the offerings
That others maintain,
As this is our secret
And so shall remain.
To have and told
From that lasting embrace,
Should cast neither dealings
Of regret or disgrace.
Let love’s vapor vanquish
Like the seasons that run,
Now that Dawn’s curtain call
Has brought an end to our fun.
Light fingertips and tongue flips
Which drew breath in a sound,
You are now everywhere--
In all things you are found.
So savor each scent
Salted skin still is glistening,
But always be mindful
Of who might be listening.
As the secrets we keep
Are the secrets we share,
Could leave both our cupboards
Barren and bare.
Caution must reign
As one handles a fire,
For a love such as ours
Could turn to a funeral pyre.
But we must be one
Though try as we may,
With our hearts as entwined
As our bodies which lay.
So now that we have done
All that we have
We must preserve our future
By protecting our past.