Last Love
For R.B.
A man can be blind
He can be deaf
He can be lame.
But as long as he breathes
His heart will forever feel
That joy or that pain;
And the memories will always remain.
I won’t lie,
I liked the way that
The earth’s green hair tickled our naked heels;
How it uniformly rippled and ruffled
With each passing breath from the whimsical clouds.
I liked the warmth of
the burning golden gem
that hung high on a necklace of clouds.
Its glowing radiance we shared together silently;
A moment too profound to defile with words.
I liked the gentle “splish splash” of the creek we used to sit by
As running water eagerly toppled over smooth rock;
And playfully jumped out to moisturize our golden skin.
It was this time I drifted into your baby blue eyes
A vast ocean of childish enthusiasm and simplicity;
Yet slightly swayed by an undercurrent of mystery.
That youthful gaze betrayed an innocence;
An ignorance to what we were falling into.
Our love was a duet;
A legato melody of ecstasy
A running scale of contentment
A bounding arpeggio of fulfilment
Each of our actions a perfect harmony;
A musical masterpiece
Our love was
Flavoured like the molten gold that leaks from honey comb
Fragrant as spore if tiger lily
Soothing as warm water’s caress
Necessary as the oxygen we gulped
And the blood that coursed through our veins.
I never felt so good.
But we were too young
It was too much too fast.
Young of heart
Young of judgement
Young of fidelity….
Young of strength…
A heart doesn’t break even…
Today;
The haunting sight of his hand in yours
The smile I once knew being reflected in his eyes…
Still stabs and rips.
I watch mutely
As the memory of me is voided
Deep into the recesses of your mind.
I step backwards into the darkness while
My heart melts into the shadows
And I fade to black.
Without you
Lies a searing incompletion in my heart;
A building with no base
A door with no hinges;
A man with no purpose.
Empty and wanting and broken;
Fix me.
As I write these pained words
That few eyes will glance over and forget,
A distant autumn wastes away
A muted sun creeps through the rotting wood and dripping glass.
Sweet nocturnes of a happy ending but shards
Trapped in my bleeding heart.
Confused shivers plague me.
Is it the frosty air or just the
Bitter blood that pulses through my body?
Light and dark;
Good and evil;
Democracy and dictatorship.
Soft like the virgin snow
Yet harsh like the thorn of a rose.
Intense and passionate like the death of a star
But also playful and whimsical like the lapping of the waves.
It is the giver and taker of life;
The uniter of lost souls
Yet the condemner of many.
What was our love my dear?
It is now the end of me, but just another beginning for you.
