Wanton Lover

There was a silence between us that day

and she wore that dress
the one she wore the first time
That kicked at her heels and fell losse at the shoulders
whilst we kicked up sparks
that barley smouldered


But still no words arise from within this chest
 and beats that
faded rhythms -cured- broken -up
agaist its test
a wanton heart
not wanting any rest

and could never say those words replete
For every love declared that missed the beat

For want of love and life will never cease
What fickle fancy pervades such peace