You ran your scarlet nails <br />Across my back <br />As his face rose up before me <br />The cheap Indian earrings <br />That I had bought you <br />At the flea market stall <br />Crawled across my chest <br />And I let it happen <br />As his face grew clearer <br /> <br />For more than forty years <br />I've lived within <br />This sacred dream of you <br />With your jet black hair dishevelled <br />And your blouse unbuttoned <br />And his face blossoming <br />I always blamed myself <br />But now I think it's time <br />To finally blame you <br /> <br />I was still a child <br />At sweet sixteen <br />And you two decades older <br />I had no way of knowing <br />That the seed I sowed <br />By loving you <br />Would never cease it's growing <br /> <br />You doused the dying embers <br />Of my smouldering youth <br />You stole my dreams of innocense <br />You told me lies <br />And upon this cross of tears <br />I sacrificed those wasted years <br />With his face flowering before me <br />I married you <br /> <br />Ten years have passed <br />Since your breathing ceased <br />And still I battle <br />With your cold ghost <br />I left you but did not realize <br />That you would never let me be <br />Innocent and free again <br />With his face raining petals <br />Around me<br /><br />Carlton Carr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gay-poem-his-face-rains-petals/
