Leave lakes
Beneath eyes of boldest blue,
Though to kiss me, will you do?

Wrap yourself in wilted petals,
Cover your dreams in tear-stained
Sheets,
Bold red, though now blackened by falling droplets
Coming from the storm in your irises.

Love has emptied you
Into death's own fervent memories,
Leaving trails beneath your feet,
For many more men to follow.

Like the last,I merely offer another added stainTo remind youOf your increasing shame.Leave aloneThe storm to be carried by its own winds.I have come to ownYour labors, your tired eyes.

I am, as I seem to be, the pain in place of your needed peace.Though I arrived, I have merely added distressDropping your tears upon your worn-through dress.My wants are never your wants, My love was never your love. The dreams I keep Close at Neptune's heart, Cause oceans…