With all the darkness that is left to be relieved, <br />How do smiling eyes become so easy to believe. <br />As a wandering lover, <br />I stray from my bed only to sleep in the cold, <br />And as I lay on the centerfold, <br />I drap a disguise of the tears left untold. <br />For there are no craddling arms that do hold me near, <br />No sadness lingers once they are shed for this year. <br />As a serpant in the shell, <br />Crushed under the pressure that they decend from hell, <br />What is left but eyes to bloom so weary and cold, <br />And lips left lone to bear no affection. <br />If a heart were given away, <br />Would you accept it, <br />If the body were to be resurrected. <br />So as I take my place on the stone altar of night, <br />I wait for the restless fire of desire to awake me and make it right, <br />Who's arms will hold me, <br />With lips supple and filled with passion. <br />For even as it seems alone, <br />I know there is a love waiting for me to grab ahold and allow them to claim to thee, <br />Just who is this face that clings to be? <br />As I drape cloth across thy breast who is it that dare make attest, <br />For no ring placed, <br />Nor I a prize to be won, <br />No honor hath been asked for me to bear a son, <br />Love hath blesssed this heart once before, <br />Breaking it to pieces as a way to bring it forth. <br />But now who shall bear its nature, <br />In all its firey delights, <br />As I am no man's claimed manger, <br />In which to hold a man's rights. <br />So on this cold altar I wait for a touch to save me through the blind of sight.<br /><br />Emera Knaake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pondering-altar-by-emera/
