In the warmth of our stolen evening,
My passion for you cannot be fully expressed
Except by our tender love that is shared and strong.
Yet the moment threatens to be lost
As all the while the world around us threatens to burn.
What time we have left may be short,
But what there is I give to you entirely,
Without reserve, without concern
In our togetherness, devoid of fear.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This poem was inspired by The Embrace, by Egon Schiele. Schiele painted the work while on leave from the Austrian army in 1917. It is suggested that it depicts him and his wife, Edith. Edith died in the Spanish influenza pandemic in 1918. Schiele died of the same thing three days later.
Henry is a writer of all types of fiction based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in creative writing from the University of Birmingham and runs a writing support group for people with mental health issues. His work has been in entropy, 50WordStories, Bloodaxe, The Ekphrastic Review, thedrabble and FridayFlashFiction among other places.