Sweet Escape

Sweet Escape


Nothing would have changed

My mind that day; not luck,

Love, or endless torrent of lust

So red. Not his touch, his

Smile or laugh so kind.

Would I be content with such

Endearing promise? With heartfelt

Light and power of passion.

Would that lock that keeps

Me hidden away break at

Such fair and innocent

Delight? Or would I perish

In shadow of trick and

Deceit, when words so

Sweet dissolve into bitter

And false euphoria.

Would my dreams of

Sweet escape and release

Be brought to life, or

Would they be squandered

By cruel and cold voids that

Are his lying eyes. No, his

Poison will falter to meet

My strength, not this time

Will I lose my sight.

Nothing will change

My mind this day,

Not love . . .