and i bleed

and i bleed

my love

the acute pains of denial

wields a dulled knife

which is carving your name

upon the walls of my heart

for it belongs to you

my tears are red

with the blood of my longings

for again

in this life time

we miss the mark

and the Gods tell me of hope

and i spit

fearingly

upon such notions

time is not honest

for it whispered aeons ago

that this time would come

when we again would commune

but it never spoke

of the prevailing space

and the absence

of being face to face

that i may feel

the lyrical dance of your eyes

as they caress

my presence

i want to feel your breath again

upon my neck

as you breath life

into my imaginings

that they may take shape

in the form

of our eternal embrace

let me again

taste the passions

your bear

only for me

and our union

of love

i sit and exact this query

that i shall bury yet again

in my soul

my expectations

along with those whisperings of old

when i cried for you

died for you

yet,

never denied you

and here we go again

the hauntings of life cycles

attempting to cajole us

with promise

of the morrow

but naught

can erase this sorrow

this day

nor that

which i still remember

of when

the denizens

of our desires

were actualized

in the eyes

of all  who were blessed

to witness such things we shared

yet again

this path

seems too damned familiar

so i sit and i ponder

half heartedly

the possibilities

and though the Sun

still lives in my heart

i shall veil it’s light

for now

i wish but to be alone

in this night

and howl to the moon

the song of my anguish

as i impugn

it’s verity

for the language of this love

this longing

this rending

of my soul

can not be forgiven

nor defended

for the Gods

have cleaved the dream

of our oneness

once more

they have closed the door

with my fingers in the hasp

and while i hold on

for that last breath

waiting for you

and i

i shall deny

this advent of fate

and my longings

shall never dissipate

for it is you

who inhabits

all vestiges of who i am

and who my heart belongs to

was made for

and your name alone

is carved upon it’s walls

my inner sanctum

and i bleed

© 26 August 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.