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