Dreams and Bitter Ash   Benton Fraser is certainly the sweetest man
that ever drew breath. What's not to like? But I can imagine that a woman
might come to hate him. This poem is from Frannie's perspective. I think a
feisty girl can only take so much rejection before it turns to rage but of
course feel free to disagree. 

Comments welcome. Cheryl Ross rossc@air.on.ca  Dreams and Bitter Ash 

 

Not even dreams for me now you've made it clear as shards of glass in your
genteel and ruthless way that I won't be the one. 

Do you think I'd love you  if I didn't have to? Would I not turn this
inner tide aside? As if I'd choose to drown in my own need.  

If it were only sin those eager wishes of the flesh I've seen them come
and go before. You're a sin like no other a crime against myself. Surely
my damnation but there is bluest heaven in your eyes. 

Still your uneasy eyes betray me your impatient sighs cut me quick and
deep. You shatter me and stand there blameless your holy innocence
surrounds you bright it falls to me to play dark fool shut out from your
sweet light. 

Don't they see that you're the master? I'm the torn and unseen page You
love your blind indifference as my limp despair turns to rage. 

Save your pious pity I want to spit at you yet my shameless heart cries if
not love, then pity must make due. 

I tell my heart to forfeit it hears only it's own repeating song. My heart
though hopeless relentless lingers on. 

You linger on. We touched once so meaningless to you but my hands cannot
forget you you live within my fingertips my pale skin begs for your
return. 

I'm living for tomorrow not really here at all pining for the day I'll
wake  without your shadow in my mind. 

I'm sleeping now trying to escape you, in defenceless sleep I feel you
more I'm drowning in you dearest sin so weak and far from shore. 

Cheryl Ross rossc@air.on.ca