Heather

A shot in the dark that left him bleeding

An error in judgment that had left him seething

Poor Kim, why did he ever sip in after dark

In the name of incense, ecstasy he was breathing

He had had his lessons but he’d still forget

Honesty wouldn’t always honesty beget

Yet again his heart brushed a potent thorn

Daring and bold while he’d still often get

Hardened twice over by the vagaries of weather

In secret, He’ll search in forests for his Heather

And many a flowers he would see and smell

But none would be pretty as his dream’s feather

So He put up a veneer that the worlds demand

He  flits , feels and plays but all too bland

For the intensity of his love is stormy & fatal

Perpetuity if not eternity is his wish & command