The Pointless Book

Unfinished Poem #19

Don't let me out of this kiss
Don't let me say what I say

The things that scare us today
What if they happen someday?

Don't let me out of your arms
For now

What if the sword kills the pen?
What if the god kills the man?
And if he does it with love
Well then it's death from above
But, death from above is still death

For those who still can recall
The desperate colours of fall
The sweet caresses of May
Only in poems remain
No one recites them these days
For the shame

So what if nothing is safe?
So what if no one is saved?
No matter how sweet
No matter how brave
What if each to his own lonely grave?