This is an after-love too consuming to be confused
with post-orgasmic infusion of reflective fidelity, tho
each unchaste state is suffused in lethargy graced
and honourifics imbued, bathed replete in atavistic
embrace there’s no room for hypotheses entwined
in ages of blind surrender to Eros’ senile mandate;
let the energy pervade, free reign melds ends and
means into mutual tapestry of seamless feelings
Justification of who came most ardently shares no
bonus, pays no dividend in an afterglow’s respect,
that is left to memoirs where emotion’s death has
a face you won’t recognise anyway; here its waltz
pace slowed to our mellowed breathing’s melody -
embracing dualities of heart-beat eternity
© 9 March 2015, I. D. Carswell
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