And then today

I hate that you hate me
covered in vines
together alone

Your kisses for others
stoke her hair
I told you it was fine

But words don’t help us
you promised
you lied

There was a time
I waited for you to choose
you did

The wine
an easy transition
from my collection

A cellar
built for you
and then today

Her solitude
enveloped by you
an opportunity

I told you so
you’re a natural
at my expense

You liar

and then there was the sea

timeless, I imagined you
on your way home
away from me
never looking back
towards the shore

standing alone, I waved for you
a solitary soul
awakening
to the sunless dawn
without you

a single wave struck my feet
signaling the end
of happiness
I had never known
cold and clear

a taste of salt upon my lip
knowing you were gone
and then a swell
not unlike the sea
between us

for you

your flower
once I plucked
a succulent

the dew weeping
between your
parted legs

awakening
a buried love
for you

i carried forth
your scent
upon me

and smiled
the wicked grin
of a lover

Sutures

the things that held us together
dissolved before our eyes
dehisced, we were exposed
shallow and unhealed
as the open wound we were

Azure

the sky, blue and white
crashes into me
like waves above my head
and I heard the sound
of cymbals

looking up, an Angel
staring back at me proclaimed -
this is the day The Lord has made
the sun after a storm
is all that I can promise

Wisteria

Wisteria

how fair your blooms
their unjust beauty
too swift to leave me
gone with the fragrance 
of you

a melancholic dance
purple petals in the wind
harbinger of longer days
to be endured
alone

how cruel must you be
deep-rooted in your task
of strangling vines
insidiously taking hold
of me

Gods' own beautiful creation
not of Heaven, but of earth
in all its' fleeting irony
of the heartache reserved for
the few

for you will come
and you will go
upon the memory of you I smile
until you return again
to me

Somewhere Someone Spoke

the unbroken silence
just above a whisper
did you call out to me?
or did the rustle of the trees
trick me
into believing
the words, not meant for me

i'm sorry
to have missed you
so wanting was i
once
that a leave or a branch
mistaken for you
would matter at all