too fast too furious he felt his fall

(Peter Lindbergh - northern light)

how jaded he felt, how beaten how off track
if only he could find his way back
his mind was twisted his mind a gnarl
at logic that it be not so, it did snarl.

her skin so fair , so soft and yielding
to his kisses and touch wielding
and there he sat so far away
his choice from her, away to stay.

that pang the jealousy that his, she no longer be
her surrender to another his imagination could see
his hands did fist, his breast did beat
a fear of stupidity in his heart, did take a seat.

and then his hair pull, to clutch his head
why such an idiot, to walk away, than surrender instead
the sky above he begged for mercy
the need to be heard, his being thirsty.

because those eyes his soul pierced deep
clearly their ability for it to steal, and keep
too fast too furious he felt his fall
the need to run, the need to stall.

and now her scent, her laugh, her warmth, a mirage it be
his choice to allow her wings, to set her free
and then he wondered, at the cruelty of his stupidity
at not recognising and knowing their compatibility.

how hard he had tried to find the one
many a time thinking with his search, he be done
and when it eventually did come by
he had no courage even to try.

so quick his retreat to salvage what had been
but sadly, of her, he had himself to wean
for another had helped her pain go away
in time, his friendship she had accepted and invited him to stay.

RB.