Nearly daily
your grace does cross my mind.
A sea of concrete divides us
and years and years of time.
This love for you is fading
but, the lust, it still remains.
You left a mark upon my soul,
a beautiful, ornate stain.
Lovely little creature,
you I can never deny
Sweetest kiss upon these lips
and then, a sad, sad, “Goodbye.”
© Donovan Keyes
12/2/11
