When Donne Wanted More

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.