Willful

Caught between my searching glance and her touch;
Unable to escape this curse, this lance
Within your side, my presence, will you glance
Within the wardrobe, go through the door's hutch?
Or is it enough to see one who cares
That you are given what you need, and spares
Not a thought for time within timeless halls,
Will you run away from what catches shirt
And grasps upon the purity you girt?
Is a glance enough, or must you hear calls
In the night, tremble at the chill of hell's
Own fury that crawls down the nape and tells
A story wrought from willful ignorance?
A voice that was full of life and love...once.

                 Willful, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012