i can see the secrets in your eyes
as you probe for mine
what you claim to despise
you say will come out in good time

why do you get to hold back
is there something wrong with me
that justifies your lack
just tell me who you want me to be            

because ultimately
if you were to share
the doubt of your intentions    
will no longer be there


*tors

Am I scared or am I in love with you?

Oh, and darling
If you asked
for water
I'd bring you the ocean

I want your last breath
before the unknown of sleep brings your world to a halt
before the nothing of your world is consuming
unapproachable
unimaginable by anyone but you

I want your body
before you give it away to the sandman
before you becoming heavy with relief from a long day

I want your touch just one last time
burning embers against my skin

take me away with you
give me your love
give me your heart
give me all of you

And  when  his  usefulness  had  gone.
They  just  cast  him  aside.
And  on  the  final  downhill.
He  began  to  slide.

Rejected  after  all  his  work.
Visions  now  all  gone.
He  knew  full  well  his  time  was  near.
He  knew  he  had  not  long.

As  an  old  man  disillusioned.
And  weary  from  his  fight.
He  spent  in  sad  remembrance.
His  final  lonely  night.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.