Sweet Escape
Nothing would have changed
My mind that day; not luck,
Love, or endless torrent of lust
So red. Not his touch, his
Smile or laugh so kind.
Would I be content with such
Endearing promise? With heartfelt
Light and power of passion.
Would that lock that keeps
Me hidden away break at
Such fair and innocent
Delight? Or would I perish
In shadow of trick and
Deceit, when words so
Sweet dissolve into bitter
And false euphoria.
Would my dreams of
Sweet escape and release
Be brought to life, or
Would they be squandered
By cruel and cold voids that
Are his lieng eyes. No, his
Poison will falter to meet
My strength, not this time
Will I lose my sight.
Nothing will change
My mind this day,
Not love . . .