Dancing With Melancholy Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Oh, take this kiss upon your lips, my sweet,
Dear melancholy and, I beg, don't fear
Those gentle hands, they'll only pull you near!
Right here, fulfill your promise, be discreet;
Let no one know that I've declared defeat—
I face this truth each day, why, like a spear,
It splits me, tears apart my damn veneer:
The one I wasted years to look concrete!
'Tis time, alas, at last to have this dance;
I'll hold you close and sway till feet get numb,
Till we're no longer forced such split abide…
I think I've lingered for our doomed romance;
Thought myself brave—but I was being dumb;
Yet, bold enough—gift me sweet suicide!