I Asked Her Once
My world changed,
a thunder, ashen charged
atmosphere, a crumbling statue
so glanced upon, a marble caste, wet
inside the storm of a natural day.
We could no longer see the same things.
For me, she now became a shadow,
always hidden in the overcast world
of energy in impulse,
the lightning stricken reality of her independence,
that piece of life,
that barter of what might have been,
the original love,
now forever lost, while my hands did still seek
in every arousal she might offer,
swallowed by a passion,
simply not left alone.
I would cry to know her again.