Saturday, November 25, 2023

The Cutting Share

my love’s serrated intent
a simple dance
and eyes weaving enchantments
though daily the song is more pensive

questions live low in vows 
high in the cadence of moments 
my love hears the spell of my song
is irritated by the deranged prattle of the muse

frustrated by my contentment she paces
assimilating late the massive quandary of my preoccupation
an anguished life is no way to live
my solitude is sacred to me

you pose my desire as a tireless love
what now seems immortal only postpones the changes
it’s only in this sundering seclusion that what we share 
could infinitely endure

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