“No More” – A Sonnet by David Emeron
No touch, no sleep, no rest, no love like mine
For thee, shall ere console me in my place
Of rest. No more shall any weight of thine
My breastconsole. No more, thy fairest face,
Within my whole creation be contained.
No more shall I awaken, feel my heart
And thine, and should not feel that there be twain.
Not rhythm, nor our beings, be made to part.
No more shall flesh be moved nor move mine own
By neither wish, nor thought, nor even touch,
To such a fervent height as we have known–
As only I and thou have felt this much.
Must I, in perpetuity, endure
No more, no more, no more, no more… no more….