On Delayed Intimacy

Why can he not,
fullfill, this one request.

The stubborn, refusal,
this one, thing,
years of intimacy, lost.

Does he not know,
I feel the loss, too.

He thinks not of my needs.
He thinks this is pain, I now inflict
To win, a battle of wills.

I fear more, for his loss,
our loss, if give in,
then do I,
as times, before.

Someday he will come to see,
my loss, our loss,
together.

I hope by then,
it is not, to late,
to recover, true intimacy.