Poem On Pink Paper (Poetry)

I dreamt I had a lover once
beyond the call of duty
he had a kind of innocence
that some consider beauty

A kindly touch, a clever mind
I valued without reason
we toured the world and its delights
wild season after season

He held my hand, he brushed my hair
we lived on wine and honey
it was a rare idyllic life
till we ran out of money

The wind of change blew fierce and cold
his golden tan grew paler
then while we lodged in St. Tropez
he dallied with a sailor

My jealousy it knew no bounds
I beat him sore for lying
ignored his pleas of innocence
the time he took for dying

I’ve no regrets except for this —
I’m cursed a restless sleeper
the hole I dug to hold his bones
like love should have been deeper

I was his judge and killer too
a secret undertaker
I must confess and publish guilt
in lines upon pink paper

Should any chance to read this verse
the warning here is sober —
we live in darkness while we dream
the one dream never over