No, never demanded was your
friendship;
only wishing for final birth
along the cleavage of shameful move
whether my wishes--never heard;
for ain't life our own paradox;
ain't it love our own enemy
and may denial of what's desired
be loved fearful by our sanity;
wish I couldn't believe,
believing wishes I started,
ignoring merely for denial
now, turned doubtedly it's wanted;
depart these places I'm pleased
your mind's awaiting for depth
never on beauty you'd captivate;
unless their beauty's always left;
how insecure is my truth;
never truthful on paper lense,
wondered ever, have you patience
seeking see-through all my sense;
don't forgive my urges even;
they're never waken by your light;
but evenings blended into silence
of self-repression with no sights;
though angels have earth-landed,
your smirking demon holds appetite
I sorely hungered for my ages;
but seems my dinner--not tonight;
maybe wilted was your youth,
so as patience I once nurtured
for maybe devils never perish
but longing angels crowned my torture.
