Lonely Eve

by ddavidd   Sep 29, 2017


And thus said the lonely Eve:

I had to leave him
for he did not match my dream of him.
I yield to this feeling
while he was kissing me
when
he did not put all of himself
in his lips,
when I could not find
his hand in the pitch of darkness.

I yield to this feeling
when
he did not turn on the lantern of his smile
for me to find his soul.

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The lighthouse is immersing in mist,
his lips
in hesitation.
No coruscation beckons me
to the shore of his arms.

Now I am the moth
who cannot find her way back to the fire,
and the only burn which awaits her
is frostbite.

The one
who all is left of her in this world
is a drop clinging on invariably to a taper
in a dusted oil paint,

or a dried tear
on
a cold candle.

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