02-21-2012, 11:39 PM
Not amused (See version 2 at end of tread)
Beg as you sleep, she has no heart; yet deafness feigned
is so profound, that you may better pen your plea.
You start with one small word and wait; but you are dry
and void whilst she, the liquid lexicon, walks by.
Bye and bye, a drop will fall; the paper virgin, white but stained,
lies temptingly beside your soul. You dare but turn, to better see
what offering she makes; a dream! You turn and turn and turn awake,
cursing what has slipped away. Damn it, it was yours to take.
Where has she gone? The buffering pen holds still, restrained
by disconnected thoughts. How long before you meet and she
condescends to grant a sip. The wine of words will serve to slake
the thirst which comes in restless night and chokes until day break.
Tectak
2012
Beg as you sleep, she has no heart; yet deafness feigned
is so profound, that you may better pen your plea.
You start with one small word and wait; but you are dry
and void whilst she, the liquid lexicon, walks by.
Bye and bye, a drop will fall; the paper virgin, white but stained,
lies temptingly beside your soul. You dare but turn, to better see
what offering she makes; a dream! You turn and turn and turn awake,
cursing what has slipped away. Damn it, it was yours to take.
Where has she gone? The buffering pen holds still, restrained
by disconnected thoughts. How long before you meet and she
condescends to grant a sip. The wine of words will serve to slake
the thirst which comes in restless night and chokes until day break.
Tectak
2012