yielding

 

to know this ends

 

is a knack rose has for pleasuring

though she pricks 

 

and patience made for yielding 

to a deer who waits anxiously on one side

of the road between two

who ought be together

 

To know this ends

and we're out of time

 

is a sorrow gentling

the lover's feverish grasp

until the end of touch

that the ember remains