My Porcelain Love
Our dance began in the spring, it was meant to be.
There was a glimpse of heaven in your perfect smile.
Although imprisoned by desire, I still felt free!
Yet pleasure turned to pain after a little while.
My friends warned me, that I should stay away from you.
Still the heart wants what it wants regardless of cost!
Moments felt like eternity but were too few.
You absorbed my very essence and I was lost.
I fell willingly into your passionate arms.
Upon a pleasured bed I intertwined with you.
My logical mind was overcome by your charms.
I idealized perfection, that's what fools do!
Try as I might to reach your sad and lonely heart.
You never allowed me to touch more than your skin.
It was almost like being, enchanted by art.
Imagining substance, but the canvas was thin.
Fate gifted us passion, we drank from its chalice;
wading through waves of fierce flame increasing ardor.
In summer, your sweet roses covered our palace.
The time away from your touch has become harder.
As I look across a wind-blown spray of ocean,
my mind turns to the sadness of our parting hours
Kneeling, I beg for a distance closing potion
so I can reclaim coveted castle tower.
My wish is to be with you there in your bower.
To see a lovingly longing, desperate face
enshrined in fears deepest depths as we part from clutch.
I remind you distance cannot erase love's trace
or lessen my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter;
For I'll return aboard a ship needing your love.
I truly believe no one can love you better,
Yet I fear you'll shatter like a porcelain dove?
Written with my friend Robert Lindley.
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