Allayne

By Kevin Nicholas Roberts

The dawn of day is drawing near— 
Would that explain 
Why I should wake and find you here, 
My lost Allayne? 

I see you wear the look of saints, 
The face you feign, 
To hide the hungry beast that waits 
To strike, Allayne. 

But parted lips betray the thirst 
You can't restrain, 
And kissing them would make them burst 
And bleed, Allayne. 

So relish now the single kiss 
Real love has lain, 
And when you die, remember this 
In hell, Allayne: 

To love you was my single sin— 
Could I abstain? 
Fair flesh has felled far better men 
Than I, Allayne. 

Your perfect mouth was made to please 
And bring me pain 
With brazen teeth that taunt and tease 
My soul, Allayne.