Wings Of Fire
Into the dark corners of desire,
long left standing upon
the un-swept floor of secret yearning
have I strived to press your memory away.
Which over time of endless days
and with a heart now callused
by the emptiness of self deceit,
have I sought that you should
vanish from my mind
and torment me no longer.
For I long to love again.
But all effort is vain,
for in the weakness of quiet moments
my strength and will are nothing
as the softness of your beauty rises
upon wings of fire, illuminating
every inner passion… and I burn.
And you become as if real before me,
and in the cloak of moonlit night
I tremble at the vision of your eyes before me.
I gasp in shallow breath as the dream
of your lips touch softly upon my skin
and I am helpless… and I am yours.
Knowing that when I wake, I shall rise alone
and in pointless effort walk into the sunrise
of yet another day wherein…
I shall strive to forget.
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