No end to pain, in sorrow’s eyes, No end to tears, in downcast sighs. No end to hate, when love has lost. No place for reason, when life’s no cost. No room in hearts, where God’s unknown. No time is left, for madness slain. No place to hide, our shared shame.
Gentle Mesmer caressed her shoulders. Morpheus shared her dreams. While Eros smiled, Apollo played logic’s harp. Tender kisses waisted, passioned perfume. A quiet so deep, galaxies swam, In it’s warmth. Who could be loved more?
Unspent in my pocket, the coins of life rattle, on edge. Nickels, and dimes, that drive me to the store of possibiltiies. I “bub” for this and that, joy in the window, and the envy, Of owning the unownable. In a moment it will be gone, yet still, there will be change on the bedroom shelf. Such an itch, unscratchable.