PLAINTS

Unfortunately, things did not go at all well, and I suffered for the loss of not only a potential lover, but also a person whom I held very dear, and deemed to be a very close friend.Here are some poems I wrote during the process of trying to heal from that fracas.

DECEMBERMAY

I. Fort Lauderdale "Time does not exist here," you'd say, smiling with lips pursed in pout Whilst teasingly taking my wristwatch and sidling upon my lap My protests you mocked and berated, with words of derision and flout My bitter remarks met with kisses, the worst ones just garnered a slap You bit me and punched me and bussed me, but only to sate your whim Never caring how it would affect me, though you knew it my heart's desire You laughed and made sport with your Manny, snuffing his passion's glim Changing a lover's ardor to anger, amorous flames to funeral pyre II. Broceliande Piscean, watery enchantress, ardent; lubricious lady of the lake Merlin, assotted, awaits you, though he knows your kiss means to quell Nimue, bury me in your joyous garden, once curiosity is slaked The loving-cup, which you offer over-brims with a philter fell Eyes of pale green luminescence, searing my soul straight thru Nipples like red Chinese lanterns, on hillocks of new-fallen snow I hate you, I hate you, I hate you; but know, that I love you still true In a place where time is suspended, tho' forgiveness and love freely flow

BOSOM SERPENT

Your siren call drew me to your side, awash on a pelagic crag in the ocean. I reached out to pull you onto my ship, but you latched on and dragged me into the deep. Overwhelmed, I was sucked into the undertow of your abject passions and sorrows. I strove for the surface, trying to pull us both aboard, but you burrowed into my breast, planting your hungry mouth on my heart. My blood flowed, like a fountain, in amaranthine streams: a rivulet for each deceit, a cataract for every treacherous kiss. We struggled for some time, I perpetually pushing upwards, and you pulling into the current, making me  swallow mouthfuls of salt water and sour mash. Finally, realizing the futility of my plight, for one whom did not wish to be saved, I cut loose from your grasp and re-boarded my ship. Even though I traveled far from your lair, I felt you still, deep beneath my flesh, behind my sternum, clawing, gnawing, but only as a mnemonic phantom inciting your memory with every strain I heard and every woman I saw. At my wit's end, I made oblations to find the strength to finally cast you out and tear myself from your eidolon embrace. Now you may no longer hold sway in my heart, as I search for unmixed treasures and set sail for friendlier shores.

Return to Ladyfriends