Saturday, July 26, 2008

Shallimar

The following poem began as an exercise for the NavWorks Press. Click the banner to be redirected.

The poem began as a shallimar
. Then, the shallimar morphed into something else. I blame my love of double entendre.


Long Nights


Night waxes, wanes,
slips into dawn;
minutes tick by,
turn into hours.

                   You did not come
                   again, I wait
                   for you to come.

Petals wilt, dying,
flowers crying;
Patience falters,
gives way to shame. 

You did not come
                again, I wait
                for you to come.

Candles burn, drip,
hot puddles grip;
loose thoughts harden,
hidden doubts rise.

You did not come
                again, I wait
                for you to come.

Passion builds, falls,
tortured wants call;
buried alive,
waiting release.

You did not come
                again, I wait
                for you to come.