Shall I Confess To You Now?
Shall I confess to you now,
after all these long years?
Though my heart rebelliously beats
Pumping blood through unwilling veins
To a mind that, if it could, would
Refuse just delivery—
I wish I was dead
Your name arrives unbidden
When dread silence does descend
It is there upon my waking lips
And whenever distraction fails
I think about you always
With noble purpose I held at length
For such sweet submissive disposition
Would spoil me and end in ruin—
Broken souls require tether
I was not good for you
On summer nights I take to wonder
Your nostalgic notions on distant shore
Never to see, never to hear
Never to feel such love once more
Do you ever think of me?
And on winter nights, by crackling fire
Your naked body within the flames
Dancing, rousing pained desire
For our perfect carnal games
We had great sex though, didn’t we?