LVX CREARE

I want nothing more than to grip your hand
and stare across the harbour at the other side
as the sun goes down beneath the inky hills
the hustle and bustle behind us finally

I want nothing more than to sit with you
while you work intently by electric lights
as the night envelops us in this little room
our private island of calm and concentration

I want nothing more than to hold you close
and shield you from the midnight terrors
as the witching hour approaches and then flies
a warm and impregnable fortress of blankets

Selfish, I know…

A romantic heart is my affliction
the poets blood within my veins
pumps a little faster when I see you
it quickens and fills me with warmth

And I fall deep

Often this has been my misfortune
to have the heart so willing in my chest
thumping out the sweet infatuation
my face reddened and my hands weak

And I fall deep

For when I am enamoured and besotted
often other hearts beat counter-wise
and what may seem to be a common rhythm
was simply an error in the reading

And I fall