Originally written as a snippet for Missives and then expanded.
Though every climax approach a denouement And every dawn a night, Every moment worth sharing May be worth stealing. Were it with you, Delay, then, the morn. When every touch lingers as if forever And yet seems to pass too soon, Hearts reach out to hearts, To seek, to aim, to keep. Were it with you, Delay, then, the morn. Surely it's cruelty that need begets need begets need, And yet need may bring pleasure. Pleasure may hurt, ache, burn, May steal hours of night. Were it with you, Delay, then, the morn.