Give me discomfort
as heather passing from bloom
to softened mud and appealing sun.
Give me lifelong woe for loving someone
who like autumn wanders abroad
negligent of years
and time that has passed.
I cannot forget roseate blush,
nor let go of memories sweet
and trials thrawn.
Can you feel the weight of centuries
shouldered upon flailing arms?
Can you feel wisps of desire
tearing apart from gossamer clouds?
I am twilight awaiting stars
of stormy blue and brooding night,
this heart of mine will live on
to endure the rough caress of life;
like a kiss stolen
from a slumbering rosebud.
My scars are invisible
unable to pinpoint cause of trouble,
tossed around by blustery wind,
as though unwilling to lose control
over a strong,
and imperishable mind.
Photo credits: Taras Loboda, Lady in red, 1961
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