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Cadence Ghilarducci Poem
I remember the tossing and turning,
the airless breaths-
aching my body with desire.
I remember the pleasure of my vexed lips
whenever I'd utter your name.
And while the parting sorrow of our last embrace
haunts the shadows of my mind,
I have yet to let you go
in my fantastic memory.
And still, my being mourns the loss
of your stretching impression.
In the way I recall old memories
and their fading wisps-
my blind faith had ruled me
and so the one lesson you taught
I hadn't learned.
But now, in the warm zephyrs of my reflections
I know the difference between meaning,
and a lovely facade.
Still, within the depths of my sorrow,
all of the great beauties I have encountered since
have yet compared to my devotion for you.
And though I spared myself
by parting in time,
you still rule me-
the way any beaten moth would be ruled
by a flame.
Copyright © Cadence Ghilarducci | Year Posted 2025
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Cadence Ghilarducci Poem
She made beauty a birthright, my Ilse.
Her rosy cheeks, rouge unneeded,
shadowed her dark eyes.
I was impressed by her,
depraved by her,
all at once humiliated for her.
A hunger lingered inside me,
craving her name.
Still my salvation was denied by time
and the fleeting hours turned me mad.
Her finitude, my hellfire.
My temptation.
Copyright © Cadence Ghilarducci | Year Posted 2023
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