Passions Of The Heart by April Broeckx

A Poem by aprilbroeckx

A dark poem

Consumed with passions of the heart
Sometimes these feelings are so very dark
   "I think often of your sweet face"
Pale, white
Soft velvet beneath my finger tips
   "You see, I have the most peculiar plans
   To make you mine to have and hold"
I dream of ways anew each day
To claim you in your martyred fate
   "Such plans I cannot confess to thee
   For fear it will taint their grace
   Precise, cunning, and thought filled too
   My plans will surely captivate you"
And once my hard work is done
You shall be my loving one
   "You claimed I was a crazy man
   But soon you will come to realize
   It is you, that I have so idolized
   Come, sit and rest awhile
   Don't you fret, I said be quiet
   Sit, in silence, and rest your head"
Soon you will be dead
   "No more motion my pretty friend
   I have told you, no need to fear
   Here, a cup of tea, to calm your nerves
   Yes, my sweet, drink it all up
   You must drain the whole cup"
That, my most cunning of plans
To gain your trust one last time
Then drain your tainted stream of life
   "You are not pure, my sweetest love
   Your love was ruined by another
   And now he is your last lover"
Consumed with passions of the heart
Sometimes these feelings are truly dark
And now I am haunted
With that pale, white face

-April Broeckx