In sleep's dark
theatre
Images of what was
Flutter against me with
The cold wings of a stone dove.
The pebbled texture of my skin
Feels pierced as I remember
How your intense gaze
Incited such unbridled passion
One moment And such acute pain
The next.
I could feel the imbalance,
The shift between us
And knew, without a doubt,
That my love for you
With its boundless depths
Was not what you could ever feel.
You gave what you could,
Your emotions lighting the way
Through the darkness in my life,
Showing me the possibilities
And then Left me to wander alone
Lost in the labyrinth of my own desire
August 1, 1999