Past

I am grateful,
not [only] to be
within your eyes,
but to be graced by
your hand.

You brought me
to bliss knowing
I would never
revisit.

Yet look!
I have returned,
and I have bade
compromise goodbye.

Bring me the love
within the lust, so
long ago neglected.
And let it drown my
heart in lesson.

Farewell, dirty past:
The bruised pear
tastes better, anyway.