This bed is far too big.
There is no beauty being adored,
No lips being kissed,
No limbs being caressed,
No festive mingling.
I am left with naught but
Lukewarm bittersweet memory.
I remember that night
Your kisses had bite;
Your hand strayed upon my thigh.
You poured over me
All your ecstasy;
I could only accept and sigh.
To be scared;
But how ought I,
even were I to die,
when I have done
as few men have dared?
This has surely been done ten thousand times over.
In a dream I sought you
Begging a second chance
Within that dream
You gave me not a second glance
'Perfection failed our first time round,
What do you want from me?'
I never sought from you perfection;
Yet from desire, I'm never free.
Larissa. My love has never yet ceased. Larissa. From you, I fear, I shall never know peace.
My love for you is unconditioned.
I cannot think of you
Without being burned
And I cannot touch you
Without being scarred
Yet to resign myself
Is to be forever marred
Livana is not her name, but perhaps a name she deserves
We might have
laughed our way into age,
while yet young
Already the leaves are brightening
In bursts of orange and red, and
Swiftly separated from slender branch
To dance across the busy streets,
Where they will lay
Like dimly golden harvest grain,
And soon too the rains will change
Until mornings dawn with
Foggy street lamps flickering;
Gems of the celestial storehouse
Nestle about unwavering evergreens,
And in a moment of earthly quiet,
Whisper the soft echoes of hope, tarrying.