Compulsion

Her lips red as blood.
Sweeter than nectar.
Passing softly against mine.
My enraptured body
turns to her in offering
as it always does.

It is compulsion not love.
If there is any difference
I can’t feel it.
Somewhere in the cosmos
A great being made her.
He made her for my torment.

Now her skin touches mine.
Melting the thin separation
Between our blood
And again we flow as one.

The night birds song
flows into the open window.
His shadow backlit by moonlight
He caresses my passions in music.

I know the music will fade.
She will leave the room silently
In the dark
like a thief in the night.
A thief of hearts

Existence will stretch into eons.
I will weep my loss from my soul.
Then as all grieving must
It will fade

The world will be quiet
My passions quelled
The door will open.
and once more she will come.

In her outstretched hands
she holds my broken heart.
She places it into
my chest again

And her lips
take their domain
As always.