Update (August 2016): A number
of readers have asked if I plan to publish a separate collection of my love
poems. Since no publishers have shown any interest, I guess the answer has to
be ‘no’. However, most are on the blogs even if they have been excluded from collections for one reason or another.
Meanwhile…
A friend once commented that all his greatest regrets had one thing in common...love. How many of us, I wonder, might well say the same?
(ANOTHER) POEM IN
THE MAKING or POSTSCRIPT TO A LOVE AFFAIR
When you
are lying very close to me
and my
fingers are playing with your hair,
I could
stay like this through eternity,
so full,
this poet’s heart, of love and care
The
warmth of your body inspiring me
to write
sonnets on the walls of my heart,
my spirit
rising to such ecstasy…
it can never
contemplate we should part
Alas,
part we must, and this spirit weep,
though
these eyes stay dry or you may discern
how I
dream of us, awake and asleep,
for some
lessons some lovers never learn
Yet,
missing you keeps you a part of me,
and our
lives, though separate, poetry
Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2014
[An earlier version of this poem (slightly revised here) appears in 1st eds. of A Feeling For The Quickness Of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books,
2005; revised edition in e-format in preparation.]