Night Force

Those ‘Nights that brought [him] to her body bare’

  Could they not also strip his heart for her?

    What fuels his passion’s consummating fires

  Could that not spark the words she so desires?

O those bare nights and that occluded heart,

(Pulled close by longing, by fear held apart),

  Could they not meld their feelings without thought

    To demonstrate their love without report?

  For she needs words of ecstasy not such

Acceptance of calm intellect’s cool touch;

  And she asks ardour spiced with urgent speech

  To justify response to body’s breach.

‘The force that through the green fuze drives the flowers’

  Is not less strong in him than other lovers;

    Yet she wants florid words forced from his brain

  Though he is fearful of the inner pain –

Which might be caused to both of them – if he

Should loose love’s wildness so abandonedly.

  Must care’s discretion then spell tragedy?

    Should intimates reserve no modesty?

  Need passion be expressed through decadence

To abrogate his thoughtful reticence?

  Why be afraid to overwhelm her doubt?

  Why not use potent words to drive it out?

Those ‘Nights that brought [him] to her body bare’:

  That ‘force which through the green fuze drives the flower’;

  Could they not bare his heart as well for her delight?

Could they not drive his ardour through its groundless fright?