BETRAYAL

She was a friend who held me dear
This friend of mine I betrayed.
With open hand and trusting heart
She said "We must walk this life and
See it through. Why not make the trip together?"
Then,
In a voice that leaped with hope and trust,
She rushed to tell me she'd met a man
Who made songs that were the catalysts of dreams
In her eyes danced a flame -desire..
So,
We met that night
In a small, dark club that I my see this wonder.
The lights went down, he took the stage.
The notes he played twined round my mind
I caught his eye and swore I saw the trace of love begin.
A cosmic fate had brought us here to weave the web -desire
The room slipped away and I could hear not a sound
But my blood pounding my desire.
Then,
When the song was done he came to me
and I breathed deep that I might
know this object of my desire.
Then,
To my friend who held me dear I posed my question.
"Can you claim this music man, the object of my desire?"
I told myself I'd caused no pain
That it was understood that
I must answer the call of my desire
So,
with limbs pressed close I walked away
With the object of my desire.
A flame it was, bright it burned
Consuming itself in a time too short
This flame I named desire.
Then,
The flame burned out, ashes left
a reminder of my betrayal
Betrayal in the name of my desire.
I fled this man, this stranger-man
and the cost of my desire.
Then,
I slithered back to my friend who'd held me dear
To confess my sin and beg "Please forgive
my selfish act, the blindness of my desire.
She smiled at me and closed her hand
She slipped away and left me there
With what I'd bought with my desire.

-rwwolves
25mar00

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