The contours of your face torment my mind
A palinopsia, sketched from times of love
When eye to eye our fiery bodies clawed
like tigers playing games in distant groves.
Old scars you carved in passion, still remain
Caressed by newest love, I now betroth
While cravings for your lust may never fade
A sweeter love has saved me from your wrath.
Your muse for me has all but disappeared
Dissolved by lovers new, like sugared tea
But still, I get the feeling you are here
My guilty secret. Timeless. Just for me.
No mortal can stop the power of first love
As Eros looks down from Elysium.
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Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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