Romance

To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;

To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;

To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak

Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,
Melodious like notes of mating birds;

To hear you ask if I shall love always,
And myself answer: Till the end of days;

To feel your easeful sigh of happiness
When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes;

It is so sweet. We know it is not true.
What matters it? The night must shed her dew.

We know it is not true, but it is sweet --
The poem with this music is complete.

by Claude McKay

Comments (8)

To put away reality even for few moments makes those moments so romantic. Lovely poem.
Perfection in word choice arrangement and imagery, ardent in the expression of love lust desire and the need for two souls to embrace, and taste the fruits of love savoured full and ripe; yet brilliant in the turn of admitting this depth of love and needed physical fulfilment and completion is transitory; we cannot sustain this paradise of sated feelings emotions satisfied completion indefinitely, reality with all its demands and restrictions will reclaim us, but a night of absolute bliss though rare, often but for a season is precious priceless and worth the pursuit if attained.
Awesome write Poem is completed
Aww. Reality written wonderfully well
So true; slightly heartbreaking.
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