Revolutionit's just there.
first thing in the morning
I do better during the day, I get busy, I think of other things
it is persistent
unexpected in its depth
the dark of night and weariness beckon
it is the last thing on my conscious mind
your presence has even crossed the threshold of my dreams
and I am left to wonder
Is this ever going to go away?
Am I forever altered, deeply transformed at even the cellular level?
I am reminded of the mysterious healing stain of time
how it amends, alters and modifies
how maybe my affections can be replaced
but searching myself, behind this recently erected wall,
I realize it will take nothing short
of a full scale
And who really has the time for that?
First timeshe was initiated
into the art of love
by a tall dark haired rascal
blinding white teeth
by full sensual lips
lips that whispered
tempting dangerous words
her youthful silky soft skin
is it any wonder
her heart was left
by a wire
after he left her