Give me discomfort
as heather passing from bloom
discloses
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, 
whatever happens 
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
as emotions
unable to pinpoint cause of trouble,
as tears
tossed around by blustery wind,
as though unwilling to lose control
over a strong,
composed
and imperishable mind.

 

Photo credits: Taras Loboda, Lady in red, 1961

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