Remember
me not when the candlelight grew,
when
darkness engulfed except for the fire.
A
thoughtless encounter that in the night flew,
until
the morning quenched our desire.
All
that we had was selfish submission,
an
infantile pact, no long range sight.
We
betrayed our mates in silent perdition,
as
contrite sinners regretting the night.
Forgetting
the mystery in life’s greatest plot,
we
selected an easier game.
Beyond
the moment when the touch was hot,
nothing
was left but the flame.
Remember
me not in the shadows that veil,
as
daylight broke through our cover.
Our
ill conceived passion was destined to fail,
because
of guilt shared by each other.
Despite
the fun, we were shallow dreamers,
not
in spirit but physical domain.
Both
of us were but selfish schemers,
collectors
in ill-gotten gain.
Playing
our parts in pretended mystery,
our
love was far from sublime.
Between
us there was but little history;
we
just wanted to have a good time.
Remember
me now as a make-believe lover,
though
my moves were so carefully planned
When
it was over, we would discover
it
was nothing but a one night stand.
Blithe
spirit yet fading light,
uncharted,
restless soul.
Once
in limelight, now in dim light,
but
breathlessly you play your role.
So
heavenly, beneath altered curls
carnal
eyes swim crazily.
Once
wondrous eyes scanned the world,
now
long eyelashes droop lazily.
In
the thrust of dawn
or
twilight at your best
the
flame inside is carried on
and
a spark is left to test.
Beyond
the animation
of
your shallow, narrow part
there
is yet the old vibration
from
your lonely, restless heart.
Blithe
spirit, a shadow yonder
beacons
you; go softly then.
Once
a pure soul, but now you wander.
Perhaps
for moments you'll love again.
Counterfeit Lover
False
hope, untrue fate,
elusive
and fleeting dream,
though
you were an exciting mate,
your
love was but a scheme.
When
the night had fled,
you
emitted a tired yawn.
The
gold had gilded on your head
in
the light of early dawn.
I
saw those shallow, empty eyes,
that
deadpan sheen of blue.
Last
night was filled with obvious lies
and
then my time was through.
Without
the price, your angel’s face
would
have lost its limelight glow.
Your
variations of love’s embrace
had
been a tawdry show.