Innocent Duplicity

A poem about love, devotion and obsession.

                                          He lifted her supple hand to                                                 
                                      dance, and they rose into the air.
                                They waltzed around a floor of branches,
                              twirling each other to a gentle cricket's purr.
                                Fireflies flickered and hummed. The fairies
                                buzzed around the playful, young dryads.

                                          I watched solemnly as he
                                          tipped her body and spun
                                    her through the damp, dewy air. I
                                              watched him...this
                          viper who had stolen my tender love from my side...
                                Enveloping himself in her beauty, pouring in
                                      her ear his thick confession. She,
                    shaking her long, magnificent hair in response, said naught.

                                      His hand on her waist...the other
                                          Grasping a delicate hand,
                                        He took her above the trees...
                                      Pulling her above all that made
                                            her so beautiful to me.

                              Goodbye...my sweet and captivating love...
                                My eyes stung with the salt of my hatred
                                        as i shrunk away into the mist,
                              Smelling the warm ash of hell as I departed