It is late at night.
Perhaps, just ’round midnight.
Dusk flirts with a lit lamppost.
I place my hand gently in the curve of your hip.
What strange monsters that lurk.
In the mania of the mind.
Fade to darkness in the beauty of your design.
Wonderful moments, historic and sweet.
Then emotions fell into retreat.
A repugnance…cast its shadow on me.
When I misplaced the lesson plan.
Love had learned to mis-handle all that I had believed.
An unmarked headstone.
As if, I were a character in an ancient mystery.
An uninvited tombs became my destiny.
Confinement may not have killed me.
But strength was hard to find.
It is never far to travel…
When the last plan is to lose your mind.
Shy, as the memories we hide in our reflection.
Loveliness appeared as, hectic as a tumbler of forgotten notes.
A lover to the fears I had buried over the years.
And, as my fortunate teller, pressed a delicate finger to my parted lips.
Just a few words…
‘Love is a lesson that gives and gives.’
Between everything purposeful
Between the wishes for rain
Lies…a stockpile of liquid pain.
Twisted ties of what remains
Careless love, who knew.
It was never up to you.
There is only so much you can do.
Imagine a world vacant of stormy weather
had not two worlds met.
For not one of us…
is truly desperate.
To wish away the ache
Clamor for forever fair weather.
Would only tarry
what lovers had known before.
Tis, far better to have loved…carelessly
Than to have stood naked, heart in hand…
at a closed door.
“Enemies, as well as lovers, come to resemble each other over a period of time.” by Sydney Harris.
When you’ve seen your share of human accidents…you tend to wear your seatbelt.