Stephen Livesey Ashworth, 14 July 2008
| What face is this that haunts my waking dreams? What woman’s warmth and softness burn and lacerate My jangled nerves, until it seems The world is all ablaze with hopelessness? What loving lips have sprouted vampire fangs That hour by hour drain my days of joy, Rob my solitary nights of thanks And leave behind an all-consuming void? What siren-angel eyes that lured my ship Towards the scented haven of your bed Have fallen into permanent eclipse, All mutual trust and understanding dead? You made my life complete for just one date – How could I guess your love was stained with hate? |
Stephen Livesey Ashworth, Oxford, UK, sa -- at -- astronist.demon.co.uk
15 July 2008 / 39th Apollo Anniversary Year