The Web Poetry Corner - Crystal Dawn Allen - The Great Frustration
The Great Frustration
by
Crystal Dawn Allen
I watched you in the firelight,
the twirling baton of marshmallow and wood,
the way your lips curled to
taste its sweetness.
The scent of smoke and birch and
moist grass hung about you
like an earthy, ancient halo.
A ghost longing to be flesh again,
I admired and damned you
from my dark hiding in the forest,
ever starting towards the fire,
ever backing away.
You can't hold, with no arms to hold;
you can't enter that circle
and not become part of it.