Pain

Pain, swimming upriver, against the tide,
Found me.
Even before I could utter a word of welcome,
She made herself comfortable,
Burning a fire in my blackened hearth,
Fresh dreams, to be broken afresh.
Oh, how she wooed me,
With a longing that was pure pleasure,
Arousing my deepest hopes,
To orgasmic heights,
And for one momentary instant,
Letting me savour the joy
That follows inevitable pain.
In the scheme of my destiny,
It’s written perhaps,
That we’re inseparable souls,
To welcome and be welcomed, always.
Next time, we’ll feast, and laugh,
At the face of joy.