Total Eclipse

I have loved. I have loved. Not by degree. But totally. With an intensity that runs too deep, that ate haemorrhage heart; to insidious suffering seat. I was too young intensity shattered internally. You were the last. Always. You were the last. Each gift of love was sweet. Always. You. Were the last. Touch. Your cool confiding fingers upon suppliant, silent sensitive skin. Dying. With your teasing touch. Only thing that took temporarily away all body burning heat. Pain I would at vassal vault shield mortal’s pilgrimage meat. You. Always you I seek. I seek in fevered restless sleep. Skin touching skin eternally we meet. I remember I remember every woman I ever loved. And what? What do? Do I remember? I remember everything. In totality. Years counterpoise fade... colliding upon, contemporary substituted reality. Copyright © Terence George Craddock