After our fierce loving <br />in the brief time we found to be together, <br />you lay in the half light <br />exhausted, rich, <br />with your face turned sideways on the pillow <br />and I traced the exquisite <br />line of your profile, dark against the white, <br /> <br />delicate and lovely as a child's. <br />Perhaps <br />you will cease to love me. <br />or we may be consumed in the holocaust, <br /> <br />but I keep, against the ice and the fire, <br />the memory of your profile on the pillow.<br /><br />Dudley Randall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-profile-on-the-pillow/
