severed
you …
held your “goodbye” …
like a rusty-edged old knife
we both knew well it was there -
knew it was coming
lurking behind your forced kiss of
cotton candy kindness
the one you’d spun from the sugar of
what we’d once had -
obsession, pure …
born of truth, youth and puerility
grown over years to a mildly
despotic, methodically erotic understanding …
we knew each other too well
but hell, it worked to our advantage
when the focus was flesh -
enmeshed and tangled in tawdry knots
of egyptian cotton
our mangled thoughts on
the passionate pains -
gray-shaded stains and one last
sublimely timed climax for
old time’s sake …
then …
to rake that jagged
blade across my dreams
the “goodbye” schemes you’d sheathed
bequeathed to yours truly
since the newly-crowned “he” lit your fire
(my ire, of no concern)
meant to cleave this fool’s head from
his incredibly naive disposition
those jaded ropes that
had tied my ever-fading hopes to
the whipping post …
your words of pity raising welts on my soul -
stripes of lost lust, entrusted
but no worries, luv -
they leave no scars to betray you
but they bleed …
oh yes, they bleed and burn
and that endless ache -
that fiery weep of my coursings
will keep me warm in the
dark winter of my …
dysphoria.
* This is a free verse form I call QUILIBRAT, which simply starts and ends with a single word, and has two stanzas of 22 lines each. *
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
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