Thursday, 17 September 2015

Portrait of a Lady © James WF Roberts

Portrait of a Lady
© James WF Roberts

On our first encounter
I arrived to an empty house,
someone else’s memories
other people’s misery

shadows dancing upon the wall,
we re-made your marriage bed
conversations, old champagne
narcotics and journeys of the head
Your wedding band hangs

majestically in the valley of your breasts
my hungry kisses and your deep sad eyes
On our first encounter  

your face from childhood
filled my dreams, desires,
portrait of a lady
not quite Dorian Grey

We moved as one
as street lamps, moon shadows
dance drunk across your naked body
this portrait of a lady
never disappoints
but I always seem to

Your smile is the world
people go to war
just for them to be  
thought of in your heart

Portrait of a lady
never surrenders
always retreats
In the end

you can close a door
we both had to open
Now we deny we both exist
pride clouds our feelings
insinuation, accusation
jealousy and hatred
clog the arteries

faster than junk food
time and time again

Portrait of a lady
never surrenders
always retreats
In the end

you can close a door
we both had to open
but whose left in misery,
and who thinks it’s all a game?



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