On a Sagging Couch

Written by: Ernesto P. Santiago

On a Sagging Couch

And            You
                                           I                              Are
                                         Have                          The
                                         The                           Half
                                            Other                     Of
                                                 Half           This
                                                          Heart
             Sitting on a sagging couch
                                                       Remembering, the olden touch
             Robin warbles, on tree of pears 
                                                        Own memories, of yesteryears
             How many storms passed?          
                                                         Yet, to anger, we never rushed
             Summer has faded, now is fall
                                                          Always together, we will recall
             Counting the golden leaves
                                                      On the garden, a spider weaves
             Till the nagging rains come
                                                      Seaming our breath, with a hum
             Of warm embraces and kisses 
                                                        Edifying once more, the pieces
             Of love, till the next cockcrow
                                                      O! Forever, you and me, the vow
             The dreams, from yesterday
                                                          Live, for tomorrow…and today
             Remembering, the olden touch
                                                  In love, sitting on a sagging couch