Found over at Eamonn Fitzgerald’s Rainy Day: Hurried Love
Hurried Love
Those who make hurried love don’t do so
from any lack of affection
or because they despise their partner
as a human being —
what they’re doing
is just as sincere as a more formal wooing.
She may have a train to catch; perhaps the
room is theirs for one hour only
or a mother is expected back or
some interruption
known, awaited —
so the spur of the moment must be celebrated.
Making love against time is really
the occupation of all lovers
and the clock-hands moving
point a moral:
not crude, but clever
are those who grab what soon is gone for ever.
— Gavin Ewart (1916-1996)
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