leo nights <br />are here again <br />killing me <br />with the violent winds <br />of burnt passion <br />and steeled emotion. <br /> <br />i fear <br />the rustling of grass <br />under my feet <br />the touch of rain <br />upon my face <br />the gentle stroke <br />of lustful fingers <br />against my skin. <br /> <br />would i surrender <br />my virgin heart <br />chastened by pasts <br />long lost among the shadows <br />of time? <br />should i stop trying <br />to save the sunlight <br />knowing there’s no tomorrow <br />in the uncertain mists <br />of now? <br /> <br />being least and last <br />is such a terrible feeling. <br /> <br />the rainbow is pale <br />amid a hysterical sun <br />as i watch in quiet abandon <br />the changing of hues <br />for the answer <br />that wouldn’t come.<br /><br />Denn Meneses<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/incubus-3/
