Later May Be Poem by Zyw Zywa

It's a beautiful view, those two
just standing there
in the middle of the beach
in each other's embrace

like you always
are making contact
under my clothes

your desire
not growing old
always waving on

after the ebb
to be released
in bubbling breakers

And I want that too
but it doesn't go that easy
anymore, please wait

later may be
better, I love you
we have plenty of time now
there is no spring tide anymore