Love's torment

Has no relent

When pride

Surges tide



And passion denied

Churns away inside

Desire ebbs freely

Vibrating merely



Under skin

So wanting

Tender touch

So very much



Feelings subjugated

As thoughts are stated

Absolving real desire

Burning under the fire 



Pretenses made

Fences are laid

To rest at end

Of garden spent



As blooms withered

After pain scissored

Out the dark spots

Underneath pots



Which once brimmed

With love unsinged

As passion unfurled

And bodies curled



Into positions unmarred

For there were no tars

As now seem to exist

In lives which consist



Of creation of words

In songs only heard

In minds uncluttered

By words of love uttered



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

10:40am Thurs. Feb. 26th, 1998