Comments welcome. Cheryl Ross rossc@air.on.ca
Not even dreams
for me now
you've made it clear
as shards of glass
in your genteel and ruthless way
that I won't be the one.
Do you think
I'd love you
if I didn't have to?
Would I not turn this inner tide aside?
As if I'd choose
to drown in my own need.
If it were only sin
those eager wishes of the flesh
I've seen them come and go before.
You're a sin like no other
a crime against myself.
Surely my damnation
but there is bluest heaven in your eyes.
Still your uneasy eyes betray me
your impatient sighs
cut me quick and deep.
You shatter me
and stand there blameless
your holy innocence
surrounds you bright
it falls to me
to play dark fool
shut out from your sweet light.
Don't they see that you're the master?
I'm the torn and unseen page
You love your blind indifference
as my limp despair turns to rage.
Save your pious pity
I want to spit at you
yet my shameless heart cries
if not love, then pity must make due.
I tell my heart to forfeit
it hears only
it's own repeating song.
My heart though hopeless
relentless lingers on.
You linger on.
We touched once
so meaningless to you
but my hands cannot forget you
you live within my fingertips
my pale skin begs for your return.
I'm living for tomorrow
not really here at all
pining for the day
I'll wake
without your shadow in my mind.
I'm sleeping now
trying to escape you,
in defenceless sleep
I feel you more
I'm drowning in you
dearest sin
so weak and far from shore.
Cheryl Ross rossc@air.on.ca