into another lonely
day –
where
the minute hand of every
clock
torments in its
sad turning.
He had entered her -
they shared her warm
velvet intimacy
she gives – he takes
yet afterwards
their both
defeated.
Cold rain beats
down
empty, stale -
heart chambers
echo to a deep
hungering.
Outside you can hear
the loneliness
blowing through
the trees
strain.
She can’t live this
life in the melody
of some old love
song.
Look at her
beautiful eyes –
they never
lie.
She’s not looking
for
absolution –
just love.
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