Dust Of Lust Poem by beibee beibee

once upon a time there was your shadow

reflecting on the window

in the candle-lit room

with your neck-crushing embrace enveloping me

for moments i stood motionless

and began to dance to your love-wantintin tune

that sounds deeper and bitter

now in my soul

if promises were deeds you’d be dean of lovers

you and i know better

what has happened to my door?

what has happened to my yard?

what has happened to those innocent flowers

you touched and trampled?

once upon a time i was in your bosom

with iridescent blue eyes envisioning love

in your lust i was lost.