Bellas visitation of dreams
as she spreads herself out in forlorn supplication
seeking to appease my dis-ease
with a mixture of sinful sunlight and darkish reprieve

Howling like a cerebus while scratching
at the edges of my skin
as if is she's seeking to delve deeper within
separate mysteries shard from perceived ethos
secrets are like that and fashioned just so
meant to remain away in secluded prosper
always ripe and oh so juicy
but never intented for picking

Scribble down a thought whatever comes to mind
the first thing
nothing more nor less
she cajoles of me insistently
a plaintive game this is thats's played
to wheedle out a response to suit her furtive mind
as if more than mere exhaustion of the flesh
was from me offered for some vowed exchange
that's the mark that shouldnt need defining
where we're assumed but then
it's like chalk and cheese all over again
she says in so many words he said
but it was never any suggestion of the like
and so on it goes

Tired I've grown as she's aged upon my perception of vision
these careless visitations turned from blessing to annoyance
There is little of substance to more than invest our physical trist
entreaties falling upon ears blinded to her tone
where the colour once clear has faded
and the sounds of a gentle thunder slowly storming in
echo down the halls with her dying reverberating
steadily extinguishing the fire in my eyes .

RKS