poems for a pair of demons

Tear gem

I didn't mean to hurt you,
I thought you'd understand,
since we both came from a p,
w,
where love and trust are the same.

The fire in your eyes tells me how badly,
I misjudged the caring in your hands,
it was only for my wounds - not for my heart.

You turn from me - your work done,
the tatters of our friendship,
fall to the floor - snow in a broken globe.

"Wait." I say, my voice - so small and alone,
you pause, then turn, eyes on the floor.
I reach out and take your hand, pressing in its palm,
my only gift to you.

You stare in disbelief - understanding the message in my gift,
I hope - someday, it will heal the rift between us.
This small thing.

My tear gem.

mll 12/22/03


Your tear gem


I hear the words - but I can't risk their promise.
It's too dangeroushat hat you're asking of me.
So, I'll break you to save you - forgive me this lie.

I'll use my arts to heal your hurts,
but I have nothing to ease the wound I'll now inflict
with just the flicker of my eye.

I feign anger, turn away-needing to distance myself from your pain.
My soul is glass and I fear your seeing through it - to the truth I hide,
that I return your love.

You sound so forlorn, as you plead for me to stop,
my heart stutters in shock, never have I heard you sound so lost,
against all wisdom - I give you that one small gift.

I turn back to you - eyes to the floor - if I look; my resolve will vanish,
like so much smoke.
You take my hand and press a small object into it,
I have no need to look - I know what it is.

I look into your face and know that you've accepted the lie.
Will you accept the truth, when one day you see swinging from its silver chain.

Your tear gem.

Mll 12/22/03