The end was quick and bitter. <br />Slow and sweet was the time between us, <br />slow and sweet were the nights <br />when my hands did not touch one another in despair but in the love <br />of your body which came <br />between them. <br /> <br />And when I entered into you <br />it seemed then that great happiness <br />could be measured with precision <br />of sharp pain. Quick and bitter. <br /> <br />Slow and sweet were the nights. <br />Now is bitter and grinding as sand— <br />'Let's be sensible' and similiar curses. <br /> <br />And as we stray further from love <br />we multiply the words, <br />words and sentences so long and orderly. <br />Had we remained together <br />we could have become a silence.<br /><br />Yehuda Amichai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quick-and-bitter/
