By John Drennan
Did ‘You’ calm me once, with smiling passion?
As we dove into the dark, of loves, long adventure,
Taking life’s spool to the backing, on our ‘unique’ mission
Even when sinking, to fill loves debenture,
Today, post the fire-Gods, of mid-morning lust,
Your eyes after that heat, are now freshly sated,
They flutter, then still, then, grin at the gust,
Of the freedom of sin, with Desire still dilated.
But it is, alas, only a short-term appeasement
For ‘You’ cannot love me, in the way I require,
With ‘You’ there can be, nothing of easement
Unless I sacrifice castles and hoes and all Desire.
In time, soon alas, who’s kissing ‘You’ will be my obsession,
As I wonder, do they yet know, that I loved a demon?