MIRRORS OF LIFE

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SO THERE SHE WALKS IN DELICATE BEAUTY
SO MUCH LIKE A CHILD,
YET A WOMAN TENDERLY EXPRESSED
SO MEEK AND MILD

DAINTILY DOES SHE TOUCH
THE STRANDS OF MY SOUL
YET I KNOW I MUST NOT WANT
HER BODY TO HOLD

LEST I DEFY ALL REASON AND COMMON SENSE
AND CRUSH HER TENDERNESS AND INNOCENCE
AGAINST MY OLD RAVAGED BROKEN HEART.

IN ANOTHER DAY
WHEN YOUTH WAS MY MASTER
GONE WILD IN PLAY
I WOULD HAVE DRAWN HER TO ME

SUCH AN EXQUISITE TOUCH
OF REFINEMENT AND POISE
TO REACH AND FIND MY HEART
BEYOND THE NOISE

SO INNOCENT AND SENSITIVE
TO MY FORBIDDEN TOUCH
BENEATH THE HAND OF MY BEAST
I WOULD RECREATE HER MUCH

PERHAPS LIKE UNTO MYSELF
SOMETHING IMPULSED
AND LAY AT HER FEET
LIKE MINE THE AWESOME COST


LIKE WHISPERS THROUGH THE WIND
IN EVERY DETAIL SHE FLOWS
TOUCHING AND WAKING IN ME
GOD ONLY KNOWS

LONG BEFORE PUT TO SLEEP
YET MY SEARCHING GAZE IS ENOUGH
LEST I SPOIL THAT TENDER,
DELICATE CREATURE THAT SHE IS,
ME BEING SO ROUGH.

WHEN SHE SPEAKS IT IS LIKE LOVE'S FLOWER
HER SOFT SKIN BENEATH THE LACE
AWAKENING,DRIVING MY QUICKENED THOUGHT
TO SOME FORBIDDEN SEXUAL EMBRACE

FOR AS A MAN I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO APPRECIATE HER WITHOUT MAKING HER MY OWN
CRUSHED IN HER AWFUL SILENCE
LOOKING OUT AT ME FROM EYES SO ALONE

THEN I AM HAUNTED BY THE QUESTION FOR THE ANSWER WHY I, A MARRIED MAN SHOULD LOOK UPON HER
TO POSSESS HER FOR A MOMENT
WHAT WOULD BE MY FOOLISH GAIN
TO MEET THE TWI-LIGHT'S DAWNING IN SEVERE ANGUISH AND  PAIN?

WOULD I NOT REAP IN HER THE TORTURE OF MY OWN SOUL
IN THAT QUICK EXPRESSION OF FORBIDDEN FRUIT
LIKE A STOLEN KISS IN THE SHADOW OF A CLOUD
CARRESSING THE MOON'S FACE

AFTERWARDS, THERE IS ALWAYS AN AFTERWARDS
A REAPING, A PRICE TO PAY
THE NOT SO DELCIOUS REAPING OF YESTERDAY'S KISS

WOULD I NOT SEEK IT AGAIN AND AGAIN
NOT SATISFIED WITH ONE TASTE
TO BOLSTER MY TREMBLING LOST ESSENCE
OF SOME FORGOTTEN YOUTHFUL TASTE
OF HER RARENESS AND SWEETNESS
TO RENEW MY OLD WEARY BONES
AND INVIGORATE IN ME SOME NEW FOUND STRENGTH?

SO I AM THE WISER, YET FOOLHARDY IN MY MIND
TO ENTER ANOTHER MAN'S SPACE AND LAY WITH HIS WOMAN
THE APPLE OF HIS EYE, THE PAIN HE PERHAPS COULD NOT BEAR
THAT IN TURN WOULD CRUSH OUT OF ME
THE MOMEMTARY JOY OF THE BITTER TASTE OF HER SWEETENED FRUIT
DANCING LIKE LITTLE BEADS OF FORBIDDEN LOVE'S SWEET BLISS
THROUGH MY SENSES DEVELOPING IN ME REGRET'S AWFUL BLOW

SO NOW I KNOW REASON MAKES IT NOW SO PLAIN
THOUGH I WOULD HAVE HER AGAIN AND AGAIN
IT IS AT BEST ONLY A DREAM, ONLY IN MY MIND, A JOURNEY, ONE SMALL STEP
INTO FORBIDDEN CARESS THAT COULD NEVER SATISFY ME

THE DOG THAT I AM TO THINK SUCH THOUGHTS OF HER
AS HER HUSBAND LOOKS ME IN THE EYE AND SHAKES MY HAND
AND CALLS ME FRIEND.....OH HOW I DESPISE HIM THEN!

THEN THERE ARE THREE CHILDREN EXPRESSIONS OF ONENESS THEY ALL SHOW
I SHALL NOT ENTER THERE THAT HALLOWED SPOT
TO CORRUPT THAT SPACE, THOSE TENDER HEARTS
THAT LOOK UPON ME AS SOME WISE ONE

SO, IN A SWEET ANGUISH OF SOUL
I LIFT HER UP BEYOND LUST'S UGLY CRAZE
AS I DENY MYSELF THE EXQUISITENESS OF HER DAINTY FRUIT
THAT I WOULD SOIL HER THOUGHT OF ME
AS I ENVISION ALL BEYOND A MOMENT'S FLEETING PLEASURE
SHE IS MEANT TO BE APPEARS IN GRANDER GODLY REPOSE.

YET, SHE HAS TOUCHED ME
BEYOND MY AGING SKIN AND GREYING HAIR    
AND PLANTED INTO ME SOMETHING RARE
THAT REBORNS ME ANEW IN THE QUIETNESS OF MY SOUL
AND FLINGS ME OUT INTO THE UNIVERSE OF NEW ADVENTURE
AND FINDING HER THERE
MUCH MORE AND QUITE BEYOND MY NARROWED AND HAGGERED LOOK
WOULD DEVELOP IN ME A NOW, HERE IN TIME,
WHERE THE DREAM PLAYS OUT IT'S HAND AND REMIND ME THAT ALL IS ONE

I DEFIANTLY, FOR THE MOMENT ACCEPT MY VERDICT
THE JURY IS IN AND THE SENTENCE IS GIVEN
AND I AM PROUD I DID NOT GIVE IN AND TOUCH HER
BUT MERELY PLAYED IN THE MENTAL FLOWER GARDEN OF HER HEART,
BEING EVER SO CAREFUL NOT TO DAMAGE EVEN ONE PETAL OR BLADE OF GRASS
FOR MY THOUGHT THAT TOUCHED HER MIND SHE WILL THINK AS JUST SOMETHING SHE IMAGINED AND LET GO WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT AS SHE, WONDERFUL BEING THAT SHE IS, GAZES UPWARD INTO MY TEARFUL EYES.

I WOULD HAVE FINISHED HERE BUT YOUR QUESTION
"WHY THINK OF HIM?" THE TERRIFYING NIGHT OF HIS SOUL LEST HE DISCOVER SOME PART OF HER MISSING
GONE IN SEARCH OF MY THOUGHT'S TENDER DESIGN
TO BLEED ONCE MORE FROM HER A MOMENT'S SWEETNESS
WHAT A SAVAGE BEAST I WOULD HAVE BECOME

IN HIS WAY, IS HE NOT GOOD AS SHE
YOUNG, YOUTHFUL, YET STRONG AND RESILANT LIKE A TREE,
THAT HAUNTS MY SOUL AND REMINDS WHAT I USED TO BE
THAT HAS GROWN IN ME THE ABILITY OF THIS POEM AND SET ME FREE?

FROM FEVERED GLANCE I RESIST IN ABJECT AMAZEMENT
THAT I HAVE GAINED THE SINEW OF CHARACTER TO RESIST HER
WHITENED HALLOWED THIGHS AND SLIGHTLY POUTING STOMACH
AND SMALL BREASTS THAT SLIGHTLY UPLIFT TO INVITE ME IN
FOR A CUP OF SOMETHING BEYOND TEA, IN MY THOUGHTS OF HER.

I BIND THEM EVER TIGHTER IN THEIR LOVE FOR I HAVE NOT LOST THE ABILITY TO ENTER INTO THEIR SUFFERING LONG BEFORE THE HAMMER EVER HITS THE ANVIL AND RESONATES IN SOME BLISSFUL, EVER-HAUNTING ECHO THAT CALLS ME INTO THEIR ONENESS, AND RESOUNDS IN ME SOME RHYTHM BEYOND MY MORTAL KNOWING AND LIMITED, DYING, FEVERISHED GLANCE.


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