after time stood still, beyond our bed,
during passion's sweet hour,
you got up naked,
smiled at me, a nymph just emerged,
tied your long black hair
that played a role in our amorous games,
when I slyly looked at your face
you asked:' would you love me as much
50 years hence?'

I stood transfixed
a helpless human, aware of one's weakness,
and ruthlessness of time.
time swiftly passed, as if by a curse,
and I was there,
infirm and weak eyed, searching around,
as if in a place of ship wrack,
looking for her in a frenzied manner.
did I see her?
time, the great anarch
only can answer.