Mere Minutes

If you would only take some mere minutes

To empty your mind of her dress and lovely waist

Pull an opaque curtain to cover her face

And truly listen to what she speaks of

Oh what! What would you hear?

My darling, less than nothing

And all of it, very clear

Did you turn to look back 

The night you left 

Did you feel you took enough steps 

But could not forget my words 

 

Did you stand there, so close 

To my silhouette 

Like a ghost, (you let) 

Did you ever ache & hear me at your door 

Smiling a sad smile that I did not know  

And I can not see 

A sifting of happiness, held by me 

 

I saw you long after that night 

As though I was just some girl, chained 

A prisoner, forbidden to even say hello 

Only to gaze at you within the shade 

Near that majestic old tree 

And you stood under the sun 

With her 

Tempting me to commit things 

I should not do 

I kissed the circles of what you said 

I touched your hair as you nodded your head 

I was the scholar of your heart again 

Held firmly inside your arms 

Until brought back by the scratch of earth 

My conscience warning me to not be foolish 

And to stay far from you 

Obeying it was as tiring as a mountain climb 

Like being punished by a jilted Queen 

Love, all the strength I had 

Was to pray 

And walk away  

Leaving you in the distance 

Your smile was the last thing I saw 

As you slowly looked over your shoulder at 

Nothing at all 

Oh love, did you feel me! 

 

And now I regret that day 

You are not my right, I know 

I will stay far away, 

As obedient as I am 

 

Alone. 

Away

Away.

I’ve taken hold of my loss

To rewrite it, softly, over my heart

Refreshing start

But oh, the nights I still long

To see a little light

Lively, midst the trees

To think of you

Coming strongly to me

And I, perfumed in all you loved best

Would greet you half-shy

Inside that novel atmosphere

I’ve resisted calm invitations

As he pulls to spin me inside his arms like satin

For too soon I will pool upon the floor

To squander (equally) his charm and

Time in a cruel example of my wanting just you

Oh love, I might be upon a hill

In a cabin stretched so far beyond the drive

That it can barely expect to be seen

If only by one being

Who knows exactly why.