Wednesday, December 17, 2014


Why does my lonely task suffice
As the course I am bound to take
When all around is song and dance
And few hearts ache?

‘Twas fickle chance and nothing more
Set my naïve gaze upon your face
And you conquered my absurd reserve.
So began the chase.

Your skin was creamiest caramel,
Your eyes and hair the darkest coal,
Your laughing voice contained no trace
Of your blistered soul.

Dazed by your body’s curves and sways,
And crazed like a child ever denied,
I made advances and took chances,
And my conscience cried.

When passion came it scorched us both,
'Though exquisite our moment seemed.
I wished I’d stayed your fondest friend
And just shyly dreamed.

For you could not take the final steps
And you chose ways that seemed benign.
Black dogs tore your soft heart apart.
I made you a shrine.

Now you’re dead I dwell in densest gloom
That only you can fill with light.
By day I raise you with my words,
Then I weep at night.

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