Love Poem: The Dark Poet

The Dark Poet

O, letting my thirsty, thirsty thoughts slip 
off from the back of my head onto the 
screen of your great lie as smart as a whip

leads me back to the berry field where we 
used to stroll our shadows, to ravage this
love, smearing it with berries so bloody!   

Then, my thoughts and I were cute and at ease,
patching the crack in the mirror of your 
life, with a quill deplumed from my own piece.

And I humbly affixed the signature 
of my lips, on yours, for posterity 
when you were so well asleep in my cure.

But why, oh why, you let a bumble bee 
remind you your failed history? Ah, now...
you’re the loneliness of my poetry!

Wild you, wild you, don’t you really darn know 
a bit of what you sow is what you reap? 
That to the uselessness of nights you’ll bow...

O, letting my thirsty, thirsty thoughts slip... 
beware, for I surely know how to pray!