O luv, how foolish I must seem to you
torturing myself over each imagined rebuff
sulking and shutting down
my response to the casual remark
internalized
You know me
heart carelessly on sleeve
hoping for the best...
expecting the worst
Such a pity you arrived late
in a long line of disappointments
The innocent always pay the emotional debt
incurred by transgressers
But I believe one thing....
if anyone can:
talk me
laugh me
dance me
love me back to my truest self
it is you
my temple in the midst of chaos
brilliant, enlightened passion
a rare and healing gift
My evening star,
shining for an eclipsed heart

Gainor Ventresco Laney

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eclipse/