Full Circle

Smell of your perfume,

curve of your hips,

touch of your skin,

taste of your lips.

Each little memory

adds to the hole,

leaves me so empty

beyond my control.

This is nothing new,

I’ve felt this before.

In the throes of frustration

I’ve beat at your door.

Hold no candle to you,

darken my mind,

light shines your halo,

blinding my eyes.

Time moves in circles,

watched it come down,

to sit on your head,

like some perverse crown.

I’ve known only my life,

so twisted and bent;

now life once tormented

seems sweet,

Heaven sent.


HG – 1995-2000

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