The Passionate Choice

Mock and question

If you will

The passionate choice

I have claimed;

Twitch a shoulder

Or twirl an eye

As I follow

A heart consumed.

 

You will not

Have to lay

In my twisted sheets,

Nor taste

The dripping tears

Of lover’s lows.

 

You need not

Approve of my chance

To fly,

As I mire

In the soft grace

Of his adoring eyes

That smooth against

My skin;

The craving

That intensifies

The closer his heart

Beats to the beat of mine.

 

We’ll fight this battle

All alone

And turn a nose

At the scorn

That glints

Within your tone.

 

For this love

Weighs more

Than the most

Assured

Of victories

You place

In the middle

Of my path.