Regressions

for Andre Casting out my sonic deep spell to you, dreaming over water on the opposite side of my ocean, you were the flip side of my coin, and even if sometimes, love does not last, one hopes to become less cynical. Romeo, in another incarnation, scaling the wall of my chaste seclusion, or rattling the shutters of some house I used to live in, its north windows scummed over with salt and spit, the wind howling its dissonant script, eyeball to eyeball with the sea, Lovers we were in past lives the seers say, and we are ending now. No more preceding me like a young prince, will you place your cloak to soften the steps to the pedestal from which my head flew grinning, spitting final syllables, or, leaping to your feet will shout to save this Salem sorceress. Guinevere to your Arthur, did I merit your trust, if indeed I am your idea, or any- one's idea of who I was yesteryear, and will be tomorrow?