Blood-soaked images of loss and denial Invade my consciousness, my entire soul. I'm not supposed to love you, not supposed to Be here in your arms, needing you. My own tears of desire fall down on you from Heaven And even from this distance I can feel you wanting me. Ever-aching tributes to a love that nothing can endure, That nothing will ever take away. You are not my chosen, but you are My passion, my angst, my ecstacy This paltry muttering of the pen Scraping the paper like nails down The chalkboard in my head Roaring, chiming, our hearts beating together In joy, in agony that this is all for naught. I beseech thee, my scarlet angel, harken to These petty words and heed my cry Of anguish, and do not forget me. Know that in this tiny moment of lucidity That I love you with all that I am.
Reason for writing:
For Ron.
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