DO YOU PONDER ME YET?
When the moon ceases to guide
the exclusive waves to your concern,
do you still ponder my good health?
When the scent of my estranged
presence is lost in your nightmares,
do you still ponder my whereabouts?
When the last remnants of ache
dry upon your dehydrated cheeks,
do you still ponder my embrace?
When the brave flames of ardor
tire and powerful crackles resonate,
do you still ponder my chaste warmth?
When the fine blades of your betrayal
are nourished by my countless tears,
do you still ponder my broken disposition?
© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as CURIOSITY