Begin Again

Begin again - moments we long to know,
Bring on fatigue, exhaustion: let us tire!
For love-making like this, ever so slow,
Will, surely, take us too close to desire,
But, is there any limit to our lust?
To all the things we try to rouse that need:
Your hands on me and mine on you, we trust
That tactile love is not ascribed to greed;
Yet, finally, I'll wilt and you will fade,
Thus, we will fall away to lie at rest,
And lying back together, so well laid,
We'll realise that we have just caressed
For hours and hours, from dusk to dawn and then,
We must enjoy once more: begin again.