Innocent of Guilt
Don’t speak to me of such things
while we stand together on the edge
looking down at broken hearts
and spades as black as my heart
during days of the past when I knew
or felt I could know what loneliness really is.
Don’t speak of the past
we haven’t shared together,
cast no guilt upon yourself,
for I myself am not innocent of guilt.
We shared our bodies with others,
kissed lips that belonged not to us,
and now the seeds of those wasted days
lie in the ruins of torment,
best to remain forgotten
as we walk the path of our new life
here where you may listen
as I gaze into your soul catching eyes
where I find myself staring for hours -
just poke air holes so I may breathe
and I shall serve you to the end.
Here, listen as we dance the stars to sleep
with the movements of our moist bodies
pressing together beneath silky sheets
where you can hear me,
where we can pretend
to leave and meet again
only when our hearts collide.
Here. Listen. I’m not much a poet
but your lover and
I shall forget the silence of remorse
that beats the drum in the dark patch
just beyond the light of hope,
for romance again dances in my heart
while I stare into those soul-catching eyes
shining like stars on a crystal night.
All kisses now tenderly play upon my heart
while I see such sweet smiles
and hear passionate whispers,
soft gentle sighs lying in harmony beside me
where no longer will that remorseful clown
at midnight feed me bitter dreams,
for the dark angel has fallen
and you have risen again.
So kiss me before this light fails,
so I may once more raise my heart
from the earth and embrace you
while we stand here within our eternal love,
innocent of guilt.
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