Like A Bird In A Snare Poem by John Ackerman

she whispered in his ear
Torn
hands, eyes & heart
at first he plunged into her like an ox

caught up in the charm of the moment
in a blink of an eye it was over
under the covers
she treasured a red rose that was plucked a time before

the twilight sun has tainted her inner vision
felt a funeral in the brain let me explain
two lovers embarked on a cosmic scene
living in a land that is so very mean

a moment of pleasure now with a lifetime of regret
for I'm so very sorry that we had met
as a cold clap in the dark
she lit the spark to what I needed to know

faint hearted creatures in a double feature
the logical choice would have been to abstain
something's not quite right in the brain
just not having her in my arms now is driving me insane