Love Not Given But Received

He said he’d leave, so I’d grieve give into his heave and hoeing for him, like fat to trim; work till dim the nights. I- so bleak are these weak cries I seek his gaze. eyes on me- lies -what a drug to deny. When days less dark his barks seem more a purr; these marks more a beauty than evidence misdeed: Hurts hardly! Grecian Soldier eating grapes and spilling wine. Wither away, one foul say; then wish not be gay if I’d then easy slide out this ravine to high tide. Oh to crave pain, or love gained, all same while he reigns. Keen Observation I Funom Makama 8/23/2020