I HAVE HELD YOUR FACE, WITH A FAVOURED BOWL
I have held your face with a favoured bowl,
Through unrepentantly dark and ignoble hours,
Through damnable downpour of ignominy,
Through acoustic embitterment of libelous accusations,
Through downtown memory lanes,
Watching as the world ski toward brutal peace,
Whilst I wade through,
My most abysmal and traumatic trials.
You were my life's breath, my annexed light's
Indigo beauty then, which you still are:
My candlelit tongue of fire.
Will you still radiate the old radiance
That brightened my world while I am in darkness
Or will you repudiate and rebuke me
Like an eclipse frightening the living daylights?