© Tuesday, October 11, 2016

 

 

 

 

 

The squeeze of her hand in his

Fit like a silk glove

Now the poetry has gone

only perspiration remains

 

Carried to the moon

On the fragrance of his fresh kisses

Replaced by a rotting heart

bad breath keeps her earthbound

 

Comfortable with her

Sitting in silence

Today it feels like fire

burning his bottom

 

Just thinking about him

Made her smile

Now the corners of her mouth

are held up with safety pins

 

They pretend for as long as they can

Until pretension turns to poison

Adoration to anger

she tells him she no longer feels the same

he blames her for lack of passion

 

Where once “I love you”s

And talk of marriage and moving to Mexico

Filled the room like sweet incense

The smoke has dissipated

clearing the space of compassion

 

Proudly protecting

Care and concern

Used to be the norm

Now words are thrown at the other like darts

penetrating points

harmfully hurting

 

Neither takes responsibility

For treating the other like a movie screen

Insulting individuality

By projecting

Ugly ideals, wants, desires

onto the beautiful being

standing in front of them

 

Love kicked to the curb

Waiting to be picked up like trash

with rent in hand

suffering is ready to reside