Downfall Of Guinevere And Arthur

 

Standing in silence

beneath an apple sky,

emotions like

ice cream clouds

formed then melt away,

 

hidden thoughts kept

safely locked inside,

remember being here

so many times before,

 

numerous

crippled memories

causing his distrust,

finding out

she'd someone else,

agony of discovery

sacrificed him

to the wolves,

 

a woman who treated this

broken heart as fair game,

he was jilted over and over

marked by those who

searched for lust,

when all he wanted

was for their hearts

to beat as one.

 

She yearned to be

marooned once more

on his island of

warmth at Camelot,

 

security of sheltered arms

to drift cocooned in curves,

feast upon moist lips as

they drink each other in,

once more flesh becoming one.

 

Gazing out into the gloom

she tried to take his hand,

he shivered at her touch

then pulled away afraid,

 

mist did not quickly disperse

on somnolent calm of lake,

each rippled breath caught

in coiled rings; bubbling

beneath layered

shrouded ghosts,

 

fish gliding up

kissing...rupturing

surface membrane,

as innocent flush

of new virgin day

may soon

warm passions,

 

her energy

would meet

with his vitality,

by afternoon

their gaze

would once again

unite them as one,

 

or...in showers

would they

pause and wonder

feelings of confusion,

this late August day,

no comfort to be found,

 

could he walk away

leaving footprints?

Her pride standing

in the way,

as tears form

trickling down

already wet cheeks

mingling with rain,

watching wavelets

ebb and flow.

 

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