Midnight Drummer

I remember the rythym of your beating heart

Though now you have departed

Forsaken- I am trapped in my suffering

For this rhythm is now mine.

My body aches for your touch

The simple complexities of your skin

This reminder is a midnight drummer

I hear you: I feel you

The curl of your lip

The heat of your breath

The tease of your hands

The depth of your eyes

Memories of you I can not escape

They suffocate me in my melancholy

How can I forget you?

When the beat your heart is mine.

Sober

Now this plague of fear

sobers me to my depths

A question I can not ignore.

Do little girls

with hope that grows like ivy on garden gates;

become women

with bitterness like the rind of lemons?

How can I deny these fears are real

that little girls hope in love

only to become bitter upon its failure.