Eros and Psyche

Psyche busies days away
until the air beats
come love come
Eros calls to her again

In between she almost must
forget he lives
or else be overcome by loss
and time slow down to
dreadful pause
the air empty until
he calls again
Come love come

The hardest are the silent days
she was ever ready with a quip
but now must save up
all the laughter
until he calls
Come love come

But in the blindness of the night
her hands and lips
find every pleasure
and she all wanton whispers
Come love come