Sunday, 23 August 2009

Aftermath

When I close my eyes I see you
On top of me, beautiful and flying
A wild flower, married with children
Things said to whip up my desire

You did not guard the line
The words come back to me abused
Betrayed, spat on, nullified
We are humans, after all, not angels

Now the headache is here & silence
A bottle of wine spilt over my eyes
What God gives, God withdraws
What I want or need He knows best

Emptiness sets in, rage & despair
The way out of prison carefully blocked
For we fear the other’s deprecating look
Trading our lives for flickering death