Feelings of Guilt

A brief visit, very brief Occasioned by passion Passion to hurt someone That someone- me. Then, exit, departure; Mission accomplished! I sat on my bed My head on my hands Weeping, sadly weeping. She didn’t even sit Just stood there… sobbing Her teardrops piercing my heart. I puzzled at the brevity of the message Grieved at its equanimity Its potency defied my manhood Compelling a heartache The power generated by her vein Who will not venerate? I remember nothing I want to remember nothing I want only to undress that figure poised high above me tear the effigy to naught and…and…and.d.d.d (sob, sob)