Indeed not all memory of love is painful. There was a time shared with a wonderful person when time did not run as it does for others and the world was seen through a haze of red pasta sauce and passion.

Awake my Love!

It is almost 4:00

And the World

Will wake soon

And we must dine.

Awake my Love!

The table's spread

And pasta awaits -

Though not much sauce

But there is wine.

Awake my Love!

It shall soon be morn

And there is yet

Much love to make

And so we must to bed.

Awake my Love!

We are not yet done

Nor can my thigh

A pillow be

For your so pretty head.

Sleep now, my Love

For passion's spent

And intertwined

My limbs and thine

Now rest we both - content.

© Copyright 2007 by Kevin J Mackey