it had seemed forlorn
protracted
desire bruised and cracked a shadow casted on
a wall of brick a tale of lust
redeemed falsely projected
a memoir of love i had mounted cliffs to dismiss i
hung freely from strength you forbid to exist
and your sins i forgave
i was feeble, a slave to
your lure
creating devotion, i paid
heedless passion
mindlessly passive
the pain in my chest paralleled
hurricanes
to which my vitality only dented
perhaps wounded at best