Saturday, May 31, 2014
Somehow you'd suck what's left of life from me,
Leave me drained dry, bloodless, broken and spent;
Yet I long to make us from you and me -
Thus my heart can never ever relent.
My summers have gone by with few flickers,
Seared more by heat than shining beauty's light.
Now comes the ferryman's sneering sniggers -
He grins and rows to my winter's cold blight.
When I am burned and cast across the waves,
Will I recall more than your promises?
Will yours be the great love that my soul craves?
Or will I never taste your lips' kisses?
What if the oarsman's hand demands my coin
Before our bodies can couple and join?