Love Song for Judas

Your eyes were like an early morning's pale blue sky
Your lips were warm and soft and gentler than a god's
Your words were like the greatest ode which love has known
Your skin was fairer than an angel's holy wings
And your embrace as tender as the sweetest song

The kindest caress could not now restore my life
As I am helpless in your arms for all the night
No more than an empty shell when morning comes
The life of me now drained away just like my love
I am nothing but a hollow image of regret

And you, my Brutus, my Judas Iscariot
Have left me barren, bruised and broken-hearted
Tell me, did you think of me when you took your pay?
Were those thirty silver pieces worth your soul?

~*~

Part 2 of the 3 Poèmes de la Gare Montparnasse poetry cycle.