The Path

 Your reflection turns golden
in candlelight    
 watching me, watching you
through your half-open front door  
Temptation hangs above me
like the Sword of Domiciles
you know too well,
all my weaknesses
but, I stand still
the waves breaking hard on the indigo sea
the hunger rising at the sight of food;
invoking memories of what we once were;  
two lovers, restless and impure
you still pull me like the currents of a river
I remember, how in my innocence
I called you my true love
though now I feel you were an e-diction
rewarding my vanity; with a price
feed my wants, satisfying the dark yearning
Now I stand, shivering in the  rain
 the wind like the breath of an enemy
 screaming on my shoulder
trying to break my will
Your mellifluous voice seems to
rise above the din;
above the screaming of carnal gnawing.
This day I will turn myself from you;
second guessing each step I take
in my mind's eye seeing
your candle going out to darkness
 Your reflection going away
 as the rain stings my face
crashing on the stony ground;
dangerous, is this path I choose to take