You fooled me when you
touched. Gentility
hid anger.
Later, marked flesh
showed me who you really are.
and I
always showing who I am
willed this test of me
be done,
be done with you,
false affection bearing
chains
that dragged wild sunrise
some place
south of
never-risen red.
You feared my passion.
now I
breathe alone in quiet joy.
I will not fail
to spill
your touch,
slow poison draining.
*image: Freydoon Rassouli
