: A Poem Ruse
The two live far apart,
but see one another, daily,
Erotic passion grows,
It’s real, and burning,
The ruse of reactions cross great distance.
Like dry leaves before the fire of gaze,
Space, time, and gaps wither,
Life barriers are annihilated by the power of emotions.
The thoughts, the eyes, and the glory,
a ruse, in full operation.
Love one another, either real or spurious,
The faces, the sunsets, no more vital,
The distance, by itself, was sufficient.
Standing next to bed,
is a ghost who is so sad,
I pretend he’s Dad.
The ghost of my past,
follows me like my shadow,
I shall embrace it.