He slinks through the byways,
The dark alleys of his soul, questioning himself
Like an oracle in the shadows –
Yet, there’s no answer to his madness, to his obsession
As he peers into the dusky bowels of his inner world.

How I loved him once, when the pastures were still green
And laughter lit up the sky with trembling sparks of hope,
A desire to consume one another driving us further
Into the wild woods, where no one could see the passion
We could ignite with a look…or a touch.

Kisses then, devouring our fears with promise.
It’s long over now, our memories a dark cloud with a silver lining,
And though he tells himself it was a mistake,
There was no mistaking our forays into the depths of one another,
No confusion when his mouth took mine with the certainty
Of lifetimes of sexual passion and unity;

In his search he will continue to find me, haunting the shadows
Of once could have been, now lost.

Dena L Moore
May 2, 2010