Love, be still…

LOVE, BE STILL

 Upon her belly lay my head,
within a graveyard in the night.
And as my lips rose to her breast,
she softly whispered, “Love be still.”

My cheek alive among the dead,
how on her flesh, it burned with might!
Although my passion found no rest,
she softly whispered, “Love, be still.”

“My love,” I implored in her ear,
“I want to die here with you now!”
But with her hand, she pushed away,
and softly whispered, “Love, be still.”

And as her lips becalmed my fears,
and as she softly stroked my brow,
and as her flesh did rock and sway,
she softly whispered, “Love, be still.”

I felt her breast against my nose,
I felt her black hair brush my cheek.
I said “How sweet you are, how kind!”
She softly whispered, “Love, be still.”

Each day, my longing for her grows,
and love of her does make me weak,
but when lust hunts me, in my mind,
she softly whispers, “Love, be still.”