In Love and Denial

In Love and Denial           Spring 2006 (Revised October 6, 2013)

What shall I state
As I hang by a thread?
I have waited for you daily
Since I was half-past dead,
And now I feel empty,
For I am all alone,
All upon me wrought
Due to your inquisitions.

Daytime is one pence,
Yet the night is another;
I cry to my heart's desire,
Yet the tears are dammed:
Into my abysmal gutter 
Disposing of True Love,
Or faux amour du jour,
Of evident lust,
And my descent into Hell.

Ma dame d'amour, 
How you weaken my soul:
Thy countenance is breached,
And I slide upon slippery slopes.
You define the odds
Then alter them at will,
Just to meet you ends
And to torture my heart.

O'! I loved you once,
And how I loved you twice more!
But to love you again
Shall render thy soul cold as ice.
To love your thrice
Shall result in my descent:
A fall onto my face;
Another winter of discontent.