You Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

inspired by Malaya Roses

My life,
bleeds in to
the well of this pen;
its point to skin
life's caustic sin;
at loss, this
connection; this humble
zest for living
in evening's cool
becomes as time's
twilight lust...
Beneath, your
turgid midnight flesh
is where I laid
my strength's divide;
alas, the will
refused heart's surge
its shape reflects
life's gentle touch in love;
such my vision wants
it blurs, upon your
sweetest closeness pressed...
Your lips,
do my kiss' behest;
emotion's sins emerge
as this truth exposed;
causing heartache's feign
throughout this longest day;
in imaged stains,
death earned love's thrill;
this, my heart's
deepest truth thus made...
In sorrow's dying threads
on forehead's shadows
lay the face of faith scorned;
oh! sordid flesh
cleave deep to scour love's decay
through my bruised
and darkened spirit, free
this breath taking weight
and so relieve my
hurtful livings din...
Remind me deeply
of your place; and
as I quietly weep,
these thoughts do surely thin;
pampered, by the presence
of your sought for breaths;
in silenced hush, my soul
this love so dropped
as the world suffers
in this pause...
Our lives to heaven's
attendant; faced against
the minion of that beast;
that it causes my blood
still filled to boil
and purge my pain of
passion's dark and
shameful lust for you.