To Your Youthful Picture on My Dresser

How dare you
          Smile so sweetly?
                    You left me,
                              Completely.

Mirror tell me true
          Is some solace
                    There for you?
                              Briefly.

Warm kisses brew
          So pulse quicken
                    Heart hammer increase?
                              Chiefly.

Now wither, Hag!
          You have no power.
                    Satan's Bower
                              Sags neatly -

Dry as last leaves.


(c) 2003 "BlackBlanche" via Rennie Lorca

"BlackBlanche" is not one of my pen names ..... Rennie