metonymy4u

when temptation ends

unfill your empty hands
my heart is a cold cold room
that sues for a better part
in the play of an afternoon
i heard your way was after all
a dance, shining alone
in a long lonely hall filled
like an empty empty balloon
once, twice my voice wandered
without my will that way
craft without production
is how your several games
sent joy to its mountain home
bound for a time to remember this
never again the bitter pill
never hearts again to sway