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Dear Reason,
We're toying on ice and playing with fire. But I won't give up on this. Sometimes I feel his stare with those eyes that belong in Egyptian paintings. He asked me why I wouldn't look at him. He wouldn't understand. I don't trust myself when I'm with him. But I can't go on like this. I've already bitten the fruit. Snake eyes, you charmed me with your smooth voice. O dawning tryst, it's as if it was all a dream, because it's been a secret kept between us. But truth will out, and I think of him often, but not sweet and innocent like I can seem. He knows me now. I have two sides. And I can read those eyes when they pierce. It's a gape in disguise. It's dangerous these waters that I tread. But I'm not drowning yet, and maybe that's the thrill of love forbade. And I cannot say that we haven't been forewarned of him. Was it not you who had urged them all to stay away? My mother once told me, "the course of true love never did run smooth." But if this is my course towards true love, love that dare not speak its name, has he changed? Will I be the one to change him? What do I risk if I wear my heart upon my sleeve? They say it's better to light a candle than curse the darkness, but his reputation is tarnished by his cajole and guile. And he is he, and I am me, and never the twain shall meet. But he has already beguiled me. And I am in too deep.
Loyally,
A Heart?s Dreadful Desire
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