Vee Bdosa Poet Sonnet

Dead Heat

Dead Heat
Reflecting from the surface, bright and still
of my own pool of dismal memory,
your face, sometimes it glows, as if it will
present itself once more to what I see;

I shouldn't think about your flesh the way I do
though soft and eager for someone to touch,
but having loved the best, and that was you,
'tis near impossible to say how much

you filled my life, but then you died from me,
and all this love is unfulfilled today;
so I have taken it in hand, you see,
for no one's ever loved me that same way.

       I close mine eyes, and you are almost there
        the picture of fulfilling love somewhere.

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