Lost and Bound
LOST AND BOUND
One furtive glance, no second chance
her shadow shortens icily
she feigns contented nonchalance
while I endure ignominy
confined within a clutching heart
devoid of any letting go.
Love’s humble lies a bleeding start,
a shallowness allowed to grow.
She dons a wily, wistful grin
a taunting twist of curling lip
love’s challenge – find me – try again
caress my cup - take one more sip.
It seems she’s left me in the lurch
consumed by love’s ascetic search.
John G. Lawless
1/16/2018
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