Wings Of Fire

Into the dark corners of desire, long left standing upon the un-swept floor of secret yearning have I strived to press your memory away. Which over time of endless days and with a heart now callused by the emptiness of self deceit, have I sought that you should vanish from my mind and torment me no longer. For I long to love again. But all effort is vain, for in the weakness of quiet moments my strength and will are nothing as the softness of your beauty rises upon wings of fire, illuminating every inner passion… and I burn. And you become as if real before me, and in the cloak of moonlit night I tremble at the vision of your eyes before me. I gasp in shallow breath as the dream of your lips touch softly upon my skin and I am helpless… and I am yours. Knowing that when I wake, I shall rise alone and in pointless effort walk into the sunrise of yet another day wherein… I shall strive to forget.