Scalded

Love manifests itself
                                on all
                                             planes of existence:
We always look
                                 for someone else…
                                             for someone different!
At different age we take
                                 quite different
                                             views and roads –
To take the mind off things
                                         before
                                              it but explodes:
Try and forget
                           how it was
                                               last time around,
When,
        swathed in bandages and burnt,
                                                          I was bed-bound!
…All hurting,
                       scalded by the flame
                                               of anguished throes,
I dreamt
                  you might become a king –
                                               and mount the throne!
I dreamt you’d wish
                   to conquer all
                                      the hearts and countries,
You’d set up rosaries and parks,
                                                  make me
                                                            a Countess –
Or maybe
                crown me a Queen:
- Lo and
            behold!
… But so far
                   I’m all alone –
In burns and scalds.