My days are spent writing poems for you <br />To the sensual airs of Chopin; <br />But your silence is all that you give to me, <br />Just silence, my dear ungrateful man <br /> <br />I carefully select each precious word, <br />But I doubt that you even care; <br />Were my eyes intended only for crying..... <br />And my hands just for clasping in prayer? <br /> <br />I'm not asking for all of your love, <br />Just give me whatever you can; <br />I'll walk through flames to your outstretched arms <br />If this is what you demand <br /> <br />Forever, I dream with my eyes wide open, <br />Living a life that's not real; <br />Imagining love that doesn't exist, <br />With unending tears to conceal <br /> <br />(Don't expect my words to make much sense, <br />Not today...... the wine is dictating..... <br />And it moves my pen across the page, <br />I don't fight it - my ideas were stagnating) <br /> <br />Last night, I imagined you came to me <br />As a spirit..... no, I don't know why! <br />The sun and the moon were shining at once, <br />Crystal stars were dotting the sky <br /> <br />You smiled, then you told me you adore me, <br />I flew away, but I don't know how; <br />Kissing your lips, I became drunk with love, <br />But that's all I remember now <br /> <br />I could only offer you love and a smile, <br />My treasures are but these precious few; <br />And when that's all gone...... oh, I know, <br />I'll save the last dance for you!<br /><br />Lora Colon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drunken-desire/
