Thursday, January 29, 2009

Rabbit Hole

It was a full measure of fear;
were it to reflect like a mirror,
I would appear sideways, scared of
the reflecting form of his love.

Trembling lips, my knocking knees,
all courage repelled, sent fleeing.
Fluttering heartbeat, sweating palms;
nowhere near a sheltering calm!

Stare at me, well-set eyes of red,
fire stormed ilk-spawn, sickly-dead.
Deft of me to face you squarely
with brave-struck eyes set daringly!