An Implicit Aftermath
Separating from life
And all its pointless rituals,
As lost to your touch; your warmth,
To weep along the edges Of an expectant dream For an impressionable afterthought Still in pursuit of us And seeing myself
As a shameful Hidden from view Only from you
For Love remains as constant
Its faltering to forgot
Or yield to disillusion
And with each moment’s flow
Continuing to fall all around me
That ravenousness of my deep
Hungers not your exquisite kiss
But has considered your Musing thoughts While fears flow freer yet
My understanding of why
Aftermath
Alone
You so longer talk to me
But speak with me
And the unadorned darkness
Suddenly grows uncomfortably silent
As my heart whispers the unthinkable...
'I wish you didn't Love me'
