Nocturne

No nagging recitation of the sure arrival
Of the day, no bland and buttered
Consolation, "everything will be okay,"
Will turn me from what I am doing,
Sitting, being foolish with this pleasant
One, whose name, she says, is Jasmine,
And whose back-lit siren's form has
Sung me to her side, to use the sight,
The smell of her to tether myself in this
Night, and sever my side of the tie that
Frayed and broke in brilliant light.
A love is finished. Lust must do, and dark
Will be the castle which protects the wounded
Man within from howls of phantoms sure
To circle round him in the day.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-03-15 at 23:08

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