Untouched like a bride before consummation,
You lay crusted with dust.
On weary days I stare like at a woman with lust.
The pain piles like beats gathered by a child learning summation.
Do I embrace your offered warm arms of momentary ease,
Or let these boats sail as the please?
They kill the pain for a night
But the dawn revamps their might,
So I avoid them like Jezabel’s bed
Owing to the many she has misled.
I know you charm and your ways
But they are like a dance song insanity plays.