I slept.
Without want
I knew only what was.
The promise of her returned
And I woke.

Cruel spark – to ignite me so.

Hidden in her eye, waiting ‘til my need
Would no longer be ignored.

Why me? Why now?
I haven’t love left in me
Such as she deserves.

What trick is this – of flattery or isolation,
That lets me dare what
Shall Not Be
For me.

Yet, pictures
in my head haven’t faded,
The scent of her body fills me still,
The taste of her lips calls me onward,
How do I say what may be
Better left unsaid?

I know.

I am a fool for even thinking it –
“Leave well enough alone.”

My diet is so rigid
– But –
Potential Tastes So Sweet

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.02.2012

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