poem #55

In an instant, I howl breathless
for your claret lips and velvet eyes
My reflection, I seek forgiveness
In the pangs of desire and cries

A week long thought, no days of rest
a subtle elegance and glaring delicacy
Despite myself, despite my best
appears Damascus with my jealousy

There, suddenly, Spring blooms slow
the robin emerges, its winter cast
Up rises the sun, we feel its glow
The warmth and light can never last