Tempest

You are stolen; So

You sell your body

To mens in gold

All tangled up

That sluggish old word

Or so we thought

For as it is

the world hath turned

Not I

will come to rescue

Not I

Neither will your own two senses,

Or whatever linger still

While the rest you do not own

Anymore

When we met

Your mind and your soul

Your eyes, and your frown

Beckoned to me in the street

and spoke to me of your feat

From the night before,

and the night before

You spoke of some 

Bestowed man who come

At moment's notice begin to run

Like a Spanish wild-bull;

But you, beaten you

Everything fading from within view

 

Tempest

You weep in rooms

Behind doors you know 

None would ever open

Despite your charm

It is all spilling now

Across the beautiful veneer

The cracked seaglass

plaster bowl

The candles, ribbons,

and lace,

All spread so silent across

The bitumen

Quietly;

Bright as the day was once

The chatter with you

You have been kind to me,

She uttered under breaths

But I think now is the time to

Part freedom from old youth

What then of your child?