Tennessee Williams

We Have Not Long to Love 

 We have not long to love. 
 Light does not stay. 
 The tender things are those 
 we fold away. 
 Coarse fabrics are the ones 
 for common wear. 
 In silence I have watched you comb your hair. 
 Intimate the silence, 
 dim and warm. 
 I could but did not, reach 
 to touch your arm. 
 I could, but do not, break
that which is still. 
 (Almost the faintest whisper 
 would be shrill.) 
 So moments pass as though 
 they wished to stay. 
 We have not long to love. 
 A night. A day….