Later, not now

These words, these words are for later
not now
As you
(like I used to)
get ready for work
Negotiating ice, snow,passive aggressive bosses, do I have my lunch
But later, do you still have passion for life, does love still matter, the love of a man, of a woman?
Does that still matter?
I dream, I hope of one who still carries the burning flame of love in her bosom.
Are you her?
Will you be her?
Has the past tarnished your hopes?
Or does love still burn?

These questions are for later
Not now
When you can catch your breath
And look at my crazy passion
And wonder who is this crazy man who wants me
Wants to be loved

The moon is large now
it sets thru the pines
grows as it kisses
the opposite shore
of you
Later, not now