Wasted Time

love you explode upon my demeanor in passions nova
make me hold to such a state, breath in gasping declarations
I've been a rover a rogue but you deviate my will in rapturous abandon
I am little more than a toy , go ahead play with the boy and the man awakens.
The shift profound and urgent as the servant becomes the master
Ministrations run ever faster the cherubic arrow finds its way
The heart of the matter encompasses
Heaven glimpsed Hell defined
Am I yours or are you mine?
Break the the faith in gleeful anticipation
Find another in the random progression
Oh how he shines, do you not see?
Yet heaven for you is hell for me
Conversation wears a sweater moth eaten and frayed
Delight in degradation if that is what you need.
Look no more for me to intercede
I've not the stomach for such deviation
I'll find a soul with normal needs
Not another to make me bleed.
Your sophistry of tapestry will not define me

(c) 2016 Michael Garland