That soft patter
like little paws,
eager to soothe
the master's grief.
You enter my room,
a solid spirit
made into flesh.
You're a god, the holy one,
spent all over my coverlets.
You devour me,
my body in pieces.
All I ever wanted
happened right here.
The mist slaps my eyes;
that shining other grafts your heart onto mine---
I can't hope for this again.
Nothing is love for you.
This path I walk alone.
You shattered that bridge that
plunges me into the bottomless chasm,
while you ascend like the Holy Dove,
so pure and far away from me.
2 comments:
Complex imagery! I had to bend my linear thoughts many times to get it straight! :-))
Closing two lines are like...how do i put it - only a betrayed can feel it! :-)
Cheers
Wow!
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