Making Love To A Stranger Poem by paul barnacle

MAKING LOVE TO STRANGER



Finish and go,

Your touches lack everything.

I shiver.

This is where sun should shine.

Having felt the truth,

This stranger does not know me at all.

Why has our love gone?

Your heart is so precious to me.

How can we justify the unjustifiable?

Would our child borne of longing ever understand?

Holding hands,

Kissing necks,

Entwined bodies

Finish and go.

I love another in silent prayer.

Not you, or your kind.

Go to hell.