By L.L .Martin
Once I thought I loved you,
When I lay glowing in the dark;
After you had made love to me,
Your lips pressed against my ear,
Your voice was deep, sweet, everlasting.
It lingered in my head; a sweet aroma,
Touched me deep in my spirit,
Where your body could not.
It was Christmas last year,
When we came together after a long time
It was the first time; the only time,
I felt
important to you.
No longer have I desire,
For this lust you call love.
It leaves me spent,
Empty as a shell casing,
Grounded under your feet in the forest earth;
Discarded after you have dispatched your prey.
I find that you hunt for sport.
You linger after me, when there is not
abundance.
Perhaps if I stopped running from you;
You might not return,
To
wound me with your body;
To leave me alone, cold, abandoned.
You have wasted my youth with this game.
You have teased me with hope in my middle age.
As I quickly approach my ending times,
I wonder, as I did as a young girl:
Will I ever be loved.
CopyrightŠ2004 L.L. Martin All North and South American and
World and Electronic Rights Reserved.
Written 11/30/2004
