Occasional Lover

As I turned off the lights, she emerged

Flirtatious

Covered with translucent veils.

Naked beneath the veils

Uninhibited she exhibited

The silhouettes of her dales.

I wanted to hold her in a tight embrace

As if she were a pain

A sharp pain deep, deep, lodged in my heart.

And I cried

Inconsolably, I cried

And cursed the distance that separated lovers.

She, wicked she, she dropped the veils

And uninhibited, she exhibited

The silhouettes of her dales.

I wanted to hold her in a tight embrace

But she mischievously detached

From the pyre sparkling in my eyes.

And flew away, alas, she flew away

Because I was just another, another

Another occasional lover.

She flew away

And went high and high, higher in the sky

Fearless of the fire.

Fearless of the fire that promised her

To become her Hell

Her private Hell.

But it seemed to me that she didn’t want to break the spell

Because as the fire warmed my darkest night, she fell

She fell into the flames, into the flames of her Hell.

Yes, she did

Because she glowed, she did, in the fire of sunrise

Because she glowed, she did, in the pyre of my eyes.