A heart's curfew

How must a heart react when learning about being somebody's mere option?

The desires i burnt

their carcasses i preserved

to remind me of a history

the fate my love deserved.

The smile i behold

tears and silence an irony

I dare not complain,

betray not the soul inside me.

My head flung high

forging a happy face

I'm lurking inside

but wearing a lady's grace

His fragrance i compare -

Yes i compare,

to an exotic heaven on earth,

but folks, that's all in past

Occasionally, misery is mirth.

That bright sunny day she

roamed like his shadow might

his eyes didn't mouth a sorry

was i a pariah in his sight?

I sussed out and tip-toed

in the boulevard of my mind

shunned the dreams he showed

To his roguery - i refuse to be kind.

This strong urge to reach him

before my unkind words do

this mask i struggle to breathe in

i wish to discontinue.

His embrace my soul once dwelt

his accusations now i hold

to look him in the eye, tough,

for my anger's exposed in cold.

Never he may understand

what forced me to cease us

I'm sullen - me or her?

An affair he refuses to discuss

but soon this curfew

i shall place it aside

for my love and respect

I shall ask him to decide.

"Me or her?

That woman you say you like

the one you walk with in day light?

Or this girl you say you love

but remember only when it's dark

- a secret-

only when it's night."

Reviews

[Bonnie Paige]

I like and understand the purpose of this poem. The hardest thing is to say the word choose!