I wake up next to you
and cuddle up to you
separately intended, we wouldn't
and we know that in principle we shouldn't
We know that this threatens the bliss of this
The reassurance that we will end, and we are free
But we steal the affectionate moment together, however.
I step off the boat
and let my thoughts float
I know that I love you and that I don't want you-
beyond the daily recurring want of now
But knowing aside, what if you loved me -
beyond the everyday morning in abstract?
What if you showed a desire for tomorrow?
Would I still feel so good in your arms?
Would your smile still fill me with warmth?
Would we still laugh and play with such passion?
Would I miss you as much as I will when you leave?
Will you be any different to all those I left once they loved?