Linda M. Crate- Two Poems

the day the lilies died

 

the day the lilies died

you tucked my hair behind

my ear and your fingers

pranced daintily over my face -

you looked at me with such

intensity I thought I would 

surely drown in the ocean

of your blue green eyes;

you proceeded to then massage

my shoulders, my neck, my breasts -

my body quivered under your

touch, as sensitive as those lilies

whose lilt had been extinquished 

like the lantern of a dying star;

your lips crashed into mine

waves slamming into the shore -

you swallowed my tears and

all of my fears in a large

gulp, they disappeared as a

snow in a spring thaw -

you threaded your fingers with mine,

and took a clumsy girl and painted

her into a woman; you poured me a

glass of champagne and told me that

everything would be okay, in a constant

volley of change I knew not if I could 

trust those words, but I knew also

that it were not your aim to harm me;

you licked my wounds and deepest

hurts the best way you could; I 

never meant to worry you, but

I fell like a land stone in the river -

I had not the strength to save

myself so you pulled me from the 

muddy waters and washed away all

the miry clay of yesteryears past -

yet you wouldn't let me do the same;

you insisted on healing yourself, and 

I tried not to let that wound me -

I'd already shed too many petals.

lord of lies

 

stifling hot as the flames of hell

that's how hard your words cut -

copses of flesh lay littered in the room,

a slaughter house for hopeful hearts;

because all you do is shatter them,

and dance on the broken red glass for you

have no shame or pride only hateful eyes

colder than the glimpse of old man winter -

once you deceived me with your charisma for

you are your father's son, a lord of lies that

know no end of beginning they only consume

until your victim is nothing but ash, yet you

declined to take note that i'm an autumn

phoenix burning and such tactics will fail on me.