Poem Poem by C K

you appreciate me from afar but mostly when I leave,
but in the time between,
you regard me as not to be seen;
not to be looked at directly;
not to be looked in the eye;
you gaze at me at times
then in shade you hide,
taming my demise,
like a breath of fresh air, reassuring me that it's all just lust in disguise,
yet it defies everything it implies;
-but the poet defies all such proceedings on the part of Time