You played the guileless, lost little lamb
Blind to the jolting verity of
Who I am.
Your dark, moonless winter—
Bone-chilling.
You shivered before me, so eager
And willing.
You wrecked me like a raging tempest
Bringing forth heartbreak from the very first caress.
The madness, the sadness
Takes its toll
Shuddering in the embrace that scorches my soul.
Dying Black Rose Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay
Tempest Image by Free Fun Art from Pixabay
My body was a useless entity.
In your presence, it betrayed me.
Like dangerous waters beckoning
In their mystifying beauty.
Their tantalizing fluidity caressed my body
As I resisted taking the plunge.
My body betrayed me,
Ignored me like a preoccupied stranger
With a will of its own.
And, I cruelly learned,
I could control what happened
Only if you were merciful.
But, watching you,
Listening to you,
Was not merciful.
It was a torturous joy.
Feature image above by Stefan Keller from Pixabay
“Unmerciful” is from Awake with the Songbirds Available on Amazon.com
D.K. Sanz 