 |
| "Us", Computer drawing, 2002 |
Lovers in Exile you say, of us, serendipitous fate and then life goes on,
A pair torn from our embrace
in the dead of night
by a child's cry,
not my child.
conspiring to provide
temptation without opportunity
opportunity opposed
yet life's scent permeates
the ashes still.
Resurrected a flame
which cannot die
yet cannot live
existing only in limbo
a mind's fantasy realized
for but one night
one kiss.
but not my child.
