They have the power
but I don't cower!

When I think
   that I know what I know
   I should stop-  it's a telling sign
  I can't afford to ignore

..by which time
  the river has run its course

  by which time
  winter has smothered
  the last autumn rose

  by which time
  all leaves have turned grey
  the barren garden has nothing to pose

by which time
the stars have grown weary
not a single light--beam glows

by which time
love has its farewell bade
all feelings wither and close

You stared at me, and I became rapt
in your magic, caressing the softest
parts of me until I could experience
your utter exquisiteness sifting in me
like slippery honey gliding down my throat.