They that have power to hurt and will do none ...

Once we were beautiful together. You and I'd
Bathe in a glow reflected from your serenity.
Once, you were beautiful - we'd float upon a tide
Of gently lapping glances, unspoken eulogy.
You had a power to move. And moving at your side
I fed upon your strength, I found temerity
To urge you to my desires: though I was to yours tied:
And in your unconscious poise I found integrity.

He said. But that was then. Yes, that was then - but now
The bloom has faded. What was serene seems merely cold.
Impassive - indifferent: what is the difference? You endow
Us with warmth no longer - perhaps it's just, we're old.
For god's sake do something - even if it hurts. He said. But so ?
Plaintive, that she (cool sadist ) paused. And mouthed a silent,
'No'.