Song of the Thorn Bird

Song of the Thorn Bird

Friday, May 21, 2010

Wreckage

Temptation of forbidden fruit, lured to soul-catchers of Ceylon blue
Adonis with raven hair vies to consume completely


Should have been any other,
but not him
any other than him


Refusal to forsake, to turn away, to walk away, to run away
head held high, leaving well enough alone


Should have been any other,
but not him
anyone other than him


Weakness of spirit, caution swayed by the careless madness
longing for tender touch and impassioned embrace


Should have been any other,
but not him
any other than him


Surrender to most primal calling, inner stirrings erupt and unbridled
passion’s denouement, but for a brief and measured time


Should have been any other,
but not him
any other than him


Wreckage from the surrender, hearts shattered, lives razed to ruin
obliteration, all gladly given just for the touch of the youthful god


Should have been any other,
but not him
any other than him

2 comments:

Chrissy said...

Shoulda, woulda, coulda... bottom line, hurt is hurt.

The Reader said...

Lisa, great work on this poem. You've kept your wording tight (i.e. no unnecessary words) and convey the story well. I like the ending "gladly given for the touch of the youthful god". Very nice indeed! :)