I saw you one night
thought it was the real you,
it doesn't matter now
either way I'm still alone...
Then we touched palms,
each of us gave
a sensual map of our world
clasping to the end of time...
The ensuing darkness,
you were the rabbit at the dog track,
elusive and deceptive
running always in circles...
Sleep began to tease,
the flame of an unlit candle,
surreal dreams of love
became a matchstick dipped in water...
To survive, I said " I love you."
you said, " I love you too."
perhaps just a culling song,
most deadly of lullabies...
Then comes the hours,
the ceiling becomes the pale sky,
you milked the moonless night,
I became the crow fettered in rain...
Wordless and timeless the death of daylight,
thrown into the existence of love,
all with the ambiguity of Kirkegaard,
two saddled horses taken to a dry pond...
In this chapter of life and romance
you killed the chivalrous hero
in the very first pages,
the end of I and thou...
There once was a love poem,
before the grass grew brown and withered,
the longing has not diminished,
just flowers and rainbows mixed with blackened storm clouds..
Copyright © Ken Carroll