Know

       
       
       
       
You will never know my lips again      
       
or their deeply tender brush      
       
You will never again feel the azure embrace of my searching eyes with trust      
   
You will never feel that loving stare wrapped in strong warm arms that truly care      
       
You will never hear my poetic praise or be worshiped by my insatiable lust      
       
When the weight of the world collapses on your crying face      
       
You will never feel the touch of my probing hand      
       
to melt the knots from your shoulders and take the time to understand      
       
       
You will never know this place again or that devoted man      
       
there is only the shell left of the flesh that you killed waving whispy in the wind twisting into something hollow