Sunday, October 24, 2010

I’LL NEVER FORGET WHAT’S HER NAME…

There was a time in my sorrowful lonely night that we came upon each other,
It was filled with furtive stumbling, word games, then a sudden kiss that
Rose up in the smoky dark like a winged specter to smite us with dreams
Of so much more, then clothing began to fall like autumn leaves upon
A bonfire kindled by that spark of that single kiss leaving us naked,
Wild like crazed creatures in a nocturnal fantasy of an erotic storm;

Later we merged as one life upon the stage of this existence and for a
While traveled together along the pathways of time with a passion, a
Fury held together with laughter, tears, joy, anger, and so much more,
Until we became scattered by the storms of being and began to drift
Toward the rock strewn reefs of the sea of love where destiny tore away
At us and left our hopes shattered as though glass upon an anvil of iron;

And I’ll never forget what’s her name who gave so much to this traveler
Who had not enough to give back and so lost it all to his shame,
From love came the bitterness of failure and the kisses ceased to fall
As twilight swooped down and became a tragic midnight chorus of
An unrequited relationship that was devoid of all but a sardonic smile
In a time of love spent, the used, then torn like a cloud in the moonlight….

1 comment:

  1. So easily we forget those brief fiery youthful encounters, as life marches on to other more mundane and quiet days. This piece of artful poetry is so well put together using such perfect picturesque words. The way you so skillfully leave out the details of the "what's her name" allows the reader to apply not only their own "what's her name", but also anything the reader desires. In this way the poem allows the reader to slant the piece to their own memories of a he she or even an it!

    Brilliantly well done!

    Marleen

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