How subtle to come stealing
Through the night like a dusky shadow
He bade me to quench his desire
Midst the gentle withdrawal of his love
I look where I falter and lean
Upon doors leaking hushed voices
to spoon feed my churning core
How I wonder where might lie the key?
I seek to better hear the truth
locked behind secure distrust
Surely, you say, my plight is vain
It be a deceptive mirror anyway
My inner self reflected back
At the lonesome corner
'See thy candle burn?'
'Tis here my wick shall know!'
So let me be
Let me grieve
in torments dancing silhouette.


Reply With Quote

