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.