A Time for Love – a poem by Nancy Fijan

A Time for Love

O, she let go the rusty pendulum,
oscillating to the beat of her heart –
Composing passionate seconds beyond
a sycophant’s woeful, sad addiction.

Sweet, sweet crescendo of her sonata,
delicate fingers strumming his lost soul –
Indelible lightness, throes of one love,
for a million harmonious minutes.

Warming with fever, notes filling her mind,
hours of deep, sound desire…legato –
Leaving before this bar of music ends,
futile, enchanting strings calling her back.

Do the right thing and go to her, she said
to the boy, helping him become a man –
Eternal libidinous interlude
forever adorns her…a time for love.