Tainted

Our love it was corrupted

From the first kiss

I believed us divine

Otherworldly and blessed

The follies of inscience

I invoked complete adoration

Like a simple woman with no thought

Unknowingly tempting fortune

For you were not that

The one who would encompass me

In the folds of adoration

You were existing only for pleasure

And my belief in more

Exhausting me and rendering me

Ineffectual and insipid

Like a child begging for love

Asking for the arms that never existed

So I fly away to that place

Where I leave my irrational desires

I projected your way

So I can shed my need for something abysmal

And acquiesce to a lesser existence

Where you do not know me and

I am not myself

Yet you feel I belong to you

Never knowing the authentic me

Has been lost in my desire

For more

 

Us

How did the world exist

Before you

Before your lips touched mine

Before our hearts intertwined

Forming one

It beats in tandem and sometimes

Stops

When we are too far apart

Wanting to be closer

Needing us to touch so

It can resume its rhythm

That cadence that is our song

It plays in my soul

That part of me who has always

Known you

We have been in love for millenniums

In other lives we met

Sometimes taking longer to

Remember our love

But then that spark, that touch

That anamnesis

And I look in your eyes and

Apperceive you

My kindred spirit

My one true love

My soul mate

And I am finally

Home

 

 

 

 

Map

The weary traveler

Came to me cotton-mouthed and hungered

Asking for the map

I gave him sustenance

Nothing more

He asked me to reconsider

Pleaded his case

Said he needed the diagram

To get to his destination

I hesitated knowing

He knew not what he was seeking

Yet his eyes, the beseeching gleam

I could not resist

And I produced the coveted sketch

His fingers clutched it longingly

Making me feel at the moment

I had chosen befittingly

He left to continue on his quest

I decorously felt noble on his leave

And continued about my daily routine

Only to have the fowl who delivers word

Drop the memoir of his voyages

Which contained his confession

Of the loss of that which he sought

His destination was never realized

He was lost along the way

When he failed to note

All the road signs

I had left

Silly wayfarer

Even more ludicrous

Me