Tuesday, 5 January 2010

The Betrayal

Warm brown eyes so full of love,
how can I do this to you?
You who love me past reproach.
Can I betray devotion?

This plan of mine, so foul a deed,
must take place before I slide
into brown depths of purest love
betrayed by my emotion.

But leave I must and now, and now!
before my tears alert you,
You shall not guess! But yet, you must
sense my own contrition.

Fifteen years so close, so warm,
Not long enough but over,
the endless sleep comes down upon
my friend, my dog, my Titian.

1 comment:

  1. Typing through tears, remembering Charlie and Max. eisey