Lonnie Hicks - Asunder

No hand could stay
the wretched turn
the taciturn display
the finger-tipped purpose,
the closed door
which she pulled aside;
sliding glass on smooth tracks
and sideways turned
she eased out
to the patio
where in the dark
her lover hid
behind the foliage bush
in the creeping night;
and I could only mute observe
how lightly deception walks
in the gloaming
where warm arms wait.

I suspend my hopes in squinted sight
straining to see who might
reflected be in the bushy frame
who he would be in my own long night
of what would be the happiness I could perceive
being shattered in her stealthy stealth,
in the bright eyes I now could see
greet her
just above her lingering embrace-
their clutched bodies
in secret mode-
famished it seemed
from last kiss since.

And I,
back now to the window brace,
trash my soul-
rummage for clue and trace-
of where my shortfalls lead to this state;
to where she took up with lover hence.

Of all moments
none can compare to that one where
Betrayal mixes with Despair
Betrayal's purple burning spear
searing Despair's Raging Hurt.

Of all Time
none shatters seconds into eons
as when Betrayal's lunge wields the sword
which splits the Heart asunder.

Lonnie Hicks

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