Was it for the Gold?

DEW Poems

High stakes! They did naught but pin me to the sky! I did more than weather the storm I weathered all weather. She loved me still with your skin cooked black, she said she tended to my boils what a marvel, she said, you're still alive! my smile bleached white, shone true all I want... is to be... with you Lady there's no hell greater than loss but you've promised me eternity laud all your passion and virtue for there is no end to your grace! You're the marvel, she said, you've been cooked black but you still shine ... inside where emptiness rings I cringe... Tell me, how white were you when you were ****** into the sky like a kite caught in clouds tell me! She demands I smile my sunlit smile Only the purest color, my dear the irony of my white lie so clear She enjoys my moonless tint! Her tongue swims over my skin scouting for cacao, or some savor rich her passion so devouring cools me for all pain is pleasure after the fires of perdition yet, why is there still a nagging a clawing a stabbing a seeping, consuming unease within my heart? I must tell her the truth... My love, she says, how white- I've been night before there was darkness I say I was soot before there was flame I say I was the skin of emptiness before you became my soul woman, I've always been black even before the cooking, but my heart is a pool of light, within which you may bathe... She stared at me, finally seeing the filth her heart knew to deny. I should have been a fountain of tears but the flames of hell have robbed me of any admission of sorrow. All I wish in days gone by is I wish she had a heart of gold and if color be the weight of any being may sight be struck from purpose!