*This is a poem about a love that is all too familiar*
You walk alone there,
down the street through chilled air.
Get home, hop into bed,
blankets up over your head.
You might be able to see
colours flash
on your two channel TV.
It’s late and you want to sleep
so dream of something
worthy to keep.
My life below yours;
high hopes reduced to crawls.
You’re not a believer.
Don’t leave, stay, feel my fever,
It burns skin with you close
but is aflame
when your not. The most
I try to convey doesn’t reach
you and I can’t stop
resenting this breach.
My eyes painted walls
from the insides of my world.
My legs long to move,
my heart strives to remove
strands of your magic from within,
your loose word
lost, causing my sin;
an innocent lust for someone
never imaginable.
I should have run.
Don’t you hear this?
My loud pleas for release?
You’re oblivious, innocent.
Leaving me in love torments
my day to day existence.
How cruel
is your blind resistance?
Your wings caressed my soul
and it sung back,
Now, girl, I am unwhole.
