"a taste of forgotten desire
burning on my lips
searing my tounge

cooled only when the
hot tears flowing
from my heart

leak into my mouth

forgotten desire never to
walk alone....

through words
branded to a paper;
the canvas of a soul;

I see the hollowness
of a lonely heart

my hand reaches out
to comfort

my mind remembers
when I walked alone

and I did not know
who
or
where
or
what
I was supposed to be

and let alone what I
was, or had been

I was forgotten
when Cupid's arrow flew

I was forgotten
when Love's cynical knife
struck

but I did not forget
the burning taste
of my forgotten desire."