after long day was woken up from nap by boy bringing me food that he had ordered for me while i was sleeping :’)
After our fierce loving
in the brief time we found to be together,
you lay in the half light
with your face turned sideways on the pillow
and I traced the exquisite
line of your profile, dark against the white,
delicate and lovely as a child’s.
you will cease to love me.
or we may be consumed in the holocaust,
but I keep, against the ice and the fire,
the memory of your profile on the pillow.