BLISTERED SOUL

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.