Devotion

Devotion


Behind fluttering eyes
you stand like a bloodied goddess;
the darkest of my
realizations of modesty
that leave me in sighs.

In times long ago,
your touch was like a feel of frost
through panes of window
or glimpses of fleeting love lost
in pains you bestowed.

Now in this dark place
that I dwell you are all too much
close before my face
while so far that I cannot touch
it without disgrace.

Your ear, I hope, will
be strained by my chest to hear for
beats- greeted by chills
from your empty heart now mirrored
by the boy you killed.