More Time
Could I have made more time
For love, love was crowded out
By work and by routine, the mundane
Requirements of getting on with it
To have squeezed in more
“I love you,” even in the cracks
Between necessities
When love was surely
A necessity of its own
Or pulled you close to me
Holding tighter, longer
Or not pecks, but Hollywood kisses
And making sex everything
That came before
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