21 April 2009

Call Me What You Will

giving
remember them, those
days where love
demanded what it
couldn’t take

the crazy ways
it said that we
could not escape
its fabled grip

it didn’t say beware
or caution us or ask
forgiveness when
we fell in love

instead it laughed
to stars above on
nights too short
with briefer days

call me what you will
it says, I am a thief,
but what I took
you freely gave...
© 17 December 2008, I. D. Carswell