Greg Easley Poet I do not know?

For Whom the Fairest Sigh

The audience heeds my face
seeing only an actor aloof
to the perils raging 'round him-
gorgeously unaware

I wait for it to taste
like something of an oath
as warming blood beneath my tongue
would never wait

So I pen a lonesome fable
that may sooner lose conviction
than breathe a bounteous breath
in loving arms


And in the evenings
I would name it blessed and damned
most sure of being he
for whom the fairest sigh

A faintly flickering star
stirring tepid and snug
within naught but bitter absence
must know well of my strife

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