The Dirge
Passion
crumbes
from the edges
Too, too
fragile
for the bite
Of sharper
teeth, the
licks of
Pointed tongue
which strip
the very skin
From the
skeleton
of brittle bravery...
Passion
folds itself
into a heap
Wilting
seared and
scorched
Bearing
marks of
untrue flames
Gasping
unquenched
parched whisper
Stirs little
vague memory
from ashes cool'd...
kecline / 10-95