There Was a Time

There was a time when nothing else would do
But have your body firm within my hands.
Who was it that I loved then? Was it you?

The raw delight of drawing pleasure drew
Me deeper in pursuit of your demands;
There was a time when nothing else would do.

Yet even as I dove, a vastness grew
Within, stretching out like barren lands.
Who was it that I loved then? Was it you?

Or was it how your blazing passion threw
Our stark and flattened shadows on the sands?
There was a time when nothing else would do.

But now that barren landscape fails us, too,
Pressing questions neither understands:
Who was it that I loved then? Was it you?

Though rage and loss may savage all I knew,
The curve of muscle in your thigh yet stands.
There was a time when nothing else would do.
Who was it that I loved then? Was it you?