make me chaste

tonight of all nights

i sit inside myself

wondering, pondering

considering the rights

of any with a mind for theft

i think of those

whose pondered prose

enamored with gleaming eye

does echo faint

the gleaming restraint

of not today… don’t die

deep inside I feel the pain

knowing not

from whence it came

shadowed in the

breathless calm of

silent tears and shame

i look to you for

passion clear and

a presence of love forlorn

with ambiance of

cherished tears free

of hate and scorn

yet no embrace is

in my fate or in

my future haste

only dreams and

haunting schemes can

make me chaste

make me chaste

am i the only one who knows?

am i the only one who knows?
this calloused dream of mine...
who else shares the thoughts of death
that cross my hallucinogenic mind?
i call to you and yet
your silence lumbers on
masked in vibrant colors
created in forced hypnotic songs.
you delve in deep
diving for unknown chasms
grasping in darkened waters
for what you cannot see.
burden those who linger
with sodomized theater
words of clever connection
born of academic cliche.
break free those chains of hemlock
that cloud your forlorn eyes
pray for vision bright and clear
that will free your outspread thighs
to grasp the thoughts
and passioned care
of longing, dare i say, reprise
of those of us wanting, longing,
to live in the silence
and not die

© 2008 BY W GARY FORRESTER