Silver – stanza 23

In Allison’s diary, I read her account
Of a small dinner party I attended
Which, I have to admit, made me
Uncomfortable, intruding on this young
Woman’s private thoughts, although
Curiosity led me to rip through the pages
Like a glutton devouring a piece of cake
To Allison, I feel ashamed but I realize
That she was, even then, Silver, a being
Beyond powerful, with no need of sympathy
It was late when we went to dinner
Courlain and Allison and I along with
The director, a few patrons and an
Old dancer, the meal and wine should
Have been gilded, they were so dear
I was enchanted with Allison, make
No mistake, our time on the floor had
Cemented my desire for her, body and soul
But in her journal, I discovered, my ego
Had moved too fast in my assumptions
As she looked to Courlain, expecting
Advances from him that never came
To her surprise, he remained unresponsive
And led her by subtle proddings
To prefer me, highlighting my strength
Telling tales of my successes, framed
In flattery and exaggerated effectively
When the night ended she respected him
And declared her everlasting love for me

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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