The lips of my eidolon <br />barred its passion <br />from my longing. <br /> <br />I consumed him greedily <br />but I have no regret in it. <br />Tis a burden to bear <br />that there is nothing left <br />to swallow. <br /> <br />The taste of my eidolon, <br />so savory that the taste <br />still lingers upon my tongue. <br />But what is the use in tasting <br />when his heart has been shut up <br />from me? <br /> <br />He gave me his word <br />and it still resides <br />in my lamenting heart. <br />How can I forget the gift <br />that the Most High bestowed <br />at my feet? <br /> <br />How can I erase the disregard <br />that transformed my Eidolon <br />into a shadow of the past?<br /><br />Melissa Hurst<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bitter-recollection/
