"My Sister, My Friend, Goodbye"

I can breathe easily
and be free of troublesome thought
now that I've broken off
my piece of our heart.
It was distressing at first
To find it simple to sever
a bond
I believed to be forged
in support, shared tears
triumphs and secrets.
It was plain
that I adored and
admired you
as if our ties were sanguineous,
fiery and genuine.
Sister of my soul and wishes
I loved you fiercely
I knew this with not one doubt.
Shattering the illusion
that those bindings were strong,
everlasting
was a relief, a release.
So now I may finally say the goodbye
I had never truly wished for.

"How The First Counts"

By no means do I think of you any longer.

Not at all.

Usually,
when your name comes up,
it is within the context of a jest.
A tale about past romantic failures,
the lists of inadequacies
astonishing.
Stopping to truly give it thought,
any reason to ever speak of you
is done in passing.
A link to a very good lesson learned:
to not trust sweet, lying words.
Lately though,
dwelling on
le chagrin du moment,
a solitary thought of you had occurred.
Perhaps
because for months and months
I thought of nothing but him
until I could bear it no longer,
as respite
I may have pulled you
out of random memories.
Maybe
I still care enough
to find reasons not to lay even
a bit of blame on him
yet still feel the intense need to lay
the guilt and anger elsewhere--
the more "worthy" the candidate, the better.

You fit the bill to a T.

Brass Ring/ Food Chain

A match? Are you mad?
I chase you, and you chase her.
It's random at best.

You could look this way
but that would be too easy.
A man needs a challenge.

I fare no better.
What's my excuse for pursuit?
Pride? I'm not yet sure.

Where does that leave her?
She, highly-coveted prize.
Unless... she too, seeks?

At 2 A.M., It's A Bit Hard To...

...get images and words out of your head, once they've stuck fast. Usually it's phrases floating in and out of my consciousness, begging to be added to poem. This morning? The lyrics to "Your Eyes" (yes, from the musical, "Rent!"). I guess that's one of my little word demons prodding me to post it here. It is pretty, a bit like how I would structure a poem. Hmm... gives me an idea for a haiku.

Your Eyes

As We Said Our Goodbyes

Can't Get Them Out Of My Mind

And I Find I Can't Hide

(From)

Your Eyes

The Ones That Took Me By Surprise

The Night You Came Into My Life

Where There's Moonlight

I See Your Eyes

How'd I Let You Slip Away

When I'm Longing So To Hold You

Now I'd Die For One More Day

'Cause There's Something I Should Have Told You

Yes There's Something I Should Have Told You

When I Looked Into Your Eyes

Why Does Distance Make Us Wise?

You Were The Song All Along

And Before The Song Dies

I Should Tell You, I Should Tell You

I Have Always Loved You

You Can See It In My Eyes...

"Galatea Weeps"

To Stijn, a muse whose inspiration mirrored love's pure purpose: to arrive at the most propituous time, and leave when your blessing has been bestowed.

GALATEA WEEPS

Not every moment

But still often enough

that it clings

incessantly

Your memory

I taste it

with the last flavour of

cinnamon and smoke

In my mouth you dwell

crystalline perfection

Breathe

I hardly dare breathe

lest I flutter even the

corner of recalling you

Lovely man of sun-scorched Days

and briny tang

Even to claim you

for one glimpse

would still be too much

I'm selfish.

I, the Nereid

sultry concoction, birthed

of your longing

cannot compete with

your Mistress

Immortal and Ever-changing.