Timothy Ray Poet Free verse

You Spoke of Boundaries

you spoke of boundaries
allowed me but secret gates
acknowledged only in the shadows
my ability to separate your reason
from your logic
and that is what you
never cared for in me
words
you gave me many
that idled away
i loved you with blindness
i have but betrayed myself
but my desires desire no more
the curtain has fallen on the soliloquy
time to take the bow and leave
there are no floral arrangements
waiting in the dressing room
only the emptiness that was always there
this has you clinging
to what is already gone
desire is an empty street
where there is no address
the morning light never touched
upon your breasts
and in the end
we were emptiness
the worst of kindred spirits
sometimes when i look away
and i cannot remember her flower
there is a part of heaven in oblivion
where neuropathways slowly die

Fergus Falls   95   The Patient Stones

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Vickey Rhymer August 6, 2022 at 11:07 PM Rereading some of your older pieces and it came to me why I was confused as to exactly what was being proffered .The title threw me for a loop as it had to do with boundaries,something that was not modeled nor understood completely till now as I sit long in the tooth but no longer a victim to the fears of youth.Thanks again.

Vickey Rhymer June 5, 2022 at 4:11 PM I enjoyed your work Mr.Ray.If I may enlighten please on the last four lines as regretfully I am having trouble nailing it down and am so impatient in nature the suspense is killing me as I ponder them. Vickey Rhymer June 6, 2022 at 4:58 AM Thank you again. Timothy Ray June 5, 2022 at 7:45 PM this refers to his memory slowly erasing her in his memory, he will slowly get to....i will never forget what's her name....time erases, birthdays, and favorite flower or color...which are also warning signs in a relationship

James Marshall Goff June 2, 2022 at 10:39 PM Good work Timothy, I understand, been there... Timothy Ray June 3, 2022 at 12:45 PM the joys of being a poet, whether we lived or observed it we bring the limn into a portrait....the lyricist has the same achievement when someone says, that's me on the jukebox....thank you, the opposite is another here, waiting in silence...