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.’
“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.