Days

In days naive and sweet,
I loved one loving me,
Palm to palm, mouth to lips,
Bone of bone, I needed she.
In light in crystal chancel.

In days of bittersweet,
A sour infused the wine,
Eyes fall below the gaze,
Still fixed in bonded pine.
Content within the cell.

In days of dearth in sweet,
With cubs amid the trees,
Palms to fists and eyes to lids,
And begging on the knees,
For love's sweeter morsel.

In days without the sweet,
Slowly wading into dark,
And folding of the limbs
The emblem and hallmark,
Of the crumbling castle.

Days to nights,
Sun to moon,
Lauds to wails,
Shudder,
Tremble,
Pause.