Poetry by J.S. Allen, LOVES REVISTED
Morphine needles of the heart
The passing pinpricks of painful pleasures
Some captures; some lost,
All writing wrinkles on my brow
Or corners on my smile.
The daggers plunged deep;
To the hilt thrust home.
There to ache the ulcer of things past
Fields trod, but never won.
The sweet scratch of ivy
Hiding under skin.
A moment's memory that itches
With the next day's rising sun.
As time puts piles of dirt
Beside the hole marked mine,
The tinctured portraits of these loves
So clearly etched upon the marble
Of this mind collage in reverie.
They take a million muddled forms,
As if refracted in the deep. I
Strain to seek to see them through the
Cataracts of time, succeeding only
In my sleep;
And waking know
The siren sound the bound Ulysses heard
Was the single wished-for work
Most treasured from the lips of loves gone by
And hard remembered.
Copyright JS Allen, 2007
All rights reserved
Printed with permission by Earth Angel Publishing
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