Heraclitus said one cannot step into the same river twice
Such argument is convincing to wise lovers
involved in tiring intimacy
Lying in a last grasp heartache.
Vespers hardly are tangible now
dying each moment
flickering flames
leading to bliss before
Lust confused with desire
are only sobs and sighs
Unkempt bastions of trust
sucks the inner life out
Souls seethe open
bulging with discontents
laments amorous ditties gone dead
Yet such clandestine moments
invoke bygone magic of temptation
unimagined just a day before.
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