Fleeing Passions

A moment came, then it was two
When your peace coyly caressed my heart
When your sense interfered our matters--our heart
To save your predicted destruction
When you almost halted--it was fear
The merger of the sins of the known
with the untouched virgin unknown.
The hurt past with a future foreseen as precarious--unsafe.
An element of mixed mesh of blurred paths
which you seek to avoid;
you told me, but forgive me.
The thoughts are unbalanced

Confusion, yet we see

The reason features too much
in our heart like the potholes in the Guinea
Gulf sea

Should we stumble before a try?

But it was a moment, then it was two
I knew it and you felt it too
Too many ghosts chasing you.
Or did you mean a ghost of many pretentious faces?
Tell me again, my dear. Your wounded heart
and mind, your fear: Your ghost needs exorcism,
then banishment like a king does a traitor.
Then you are free, unchained to unleash your sweet love
withheld within
Your tormentor no more a possessor
of that incomparable heart. . .
What shall i. . . I know not