Craft me here a perfect lie <br />for I <br />am ravenous even for this. <br /> <br />Touch me here with hands <br />second hand <br />from touching the other; <br />sunk this low <br />I still crave <br />your eye's regard <br />because I am <br />not your slave <br />but the slave of love <br />and with you I practice <br />the Devotion <br />I'll need <br />for that other <br />who will truly deserve love mine. <br /> <br />I will avoid the infection of rage <br />for this will stymie my ultimate goal. <br /> <br />Many say leave <br />and I will <br />in my time <br />once I have perfected <br />this Heart's <br />Climb <br />from betrayal <br />to renewal <br />preparing itself <br />for the one who will <br />come after you <br />and I will see you there <br />arrears <br />left alone with <br />your own <br />shriveled lies <br />and, <br />I imagine <br />still crying <br />the cries <br />of your erstwhile <br />innocence.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shriveled/
