Two Pure, Cruel Hearts
Your memory cuts thru every happy day
by Heather Marie Mortimer
And light and shadow become one beating pulse
Only the slightest winds cause my mind to sway
Yet no hatred blows strong enough to repulse.
There is not one moment you are not here with me
Tho I feel your absence on every inch of my skin
Nothing is brighter or darker than you can be
And yours, the soulmate of mine, chides my virtue and sin.
You seem the punishment of my pure, cruel heart
Like a loyal slave, I am chained without restraints
Let us be one, or at least the whole of a part
You and I joined together are still no better of saints.