Unworthy ~

 "Envious carnations blossom from open wounds that almost seem to laugh- veins mangle, and blood clots. Desire cuts deeper than my guilt can pierce- my heart pounds with the thunder of his voice, without words a story unfolds....

He is summer bursting with life- all that lives rots at my touch, his voice sings of hope on a satin path- my song is gossamer on a solemn tomb. He pulls- and I push, we are not the same...he is love, and I am pain- he is beauty, and I am ashamed."

                                        -"Unworthy " H.V. Moreau