Never Fall In Love
The dark perils of this expectant city
Through the eyes of a man lost in transit
Complete the fall, expel the pity.
Tattered shoes lead the man through the smoke
Even the stars look on with interest now
The silhouette will breathe and choke.
The dress may sparkle, the eyes deceive
The Blood Street curdles with life and excess
Hearts will wander, yet happily conceive.
Fingernails tap on the pane of enjoyment
Causing tremors on the red beating Richter
Searching for alternate ways of employment.
"There's no one else like you," he concedes
A smile is currently working its way out
The fruit waiting to divulge of its seeds.
The door is fastened and the velvet drawn too
There is no action, just conversation
Topics from now through the night until dew.
Although once lost, he has since returned
On a scale that some would consider excessive
The rope that was useful can finally be burned.
My fear has overtaken and my interests are sharp
As the silence wears thin between us
Her voice is as sweet as a lonely harp.
But now I have tasted I cannot retract
You openly swear that you reciprocate
You love me, encircled, close the final act.
We dance with the concerns of the day
And live with the errors that fill our nights
I trust I will see you, Lady May.
©2014 Jonn Walker
NB - This poem is featured in Jonn Walker's book of poetry "Clay Streets" and is available to buy from http://www.feedaread.com/books/Clay-Streets.aspx
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