“constant grace”
Even as we argue amongst the summer winds
Even as the dark ebon strands of hair grow
Somberly gray
Even amongst the uncommon passion
She unconsciously inspires
Despite the fact I will never know the blessing
Of her sweetest kiss
She mesmerizes me with
Her uncommon
Yet constant grace
Leading me to
Happily ever after
Beyond the cavernous lies
And mountains of unspoken truths
The eloquent words of sheer bliss
Cascade against my protruding desires
The sheer simplistic melancholy
Haunts me in the twilight of my soul
A trickle of perspiration gleams
In the pale moonlight
And with the blink of an eye
She leaves me holding this burden
Of unspoken promises and unrealized dreams
And once again with the unbridled revelation
That I am once again hers for the taking
A promise that goes unspoken, unbridled
And shimmering against the lonely surface
A ribbon(less) sky that rains acid
And fecund tears against
The ruined chalice of my broken heart
Kenny L. Mitchell
July 26, 20009