Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The Lost Embrace

Embrace which once was profound solace
Hast turned from respite in to spite;
Body from which I now recoil
Wast once my only true delight.
But rhymes cannot attain
That night we walked, from lamp to lamp
Asphalt glowing under streetlight
Innocent as roaming children
Unstrickened by worlds of men and women
In a chill which held the hope of years.
I met you there,
That none might know the fathoms of my secret plight;
As even then I now desire,
But cannot give you back the night.
Time heals nothing, though space may rectify
The brutal callous of my thought.
Separately, in separate lives, one might justify the naught.

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