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The future of my Illusion

As always, in the days before you arrive, I fall ill.
A premonitory sign of the melancholy to come.
Some part of me is staging an intervention.
But doubled over, I double down.
 
I tell myself it will all be worth it,
At least, I say, I will know I'm alive.
 
I think all this whilst knowing that you're not coming for me,
That you want to talk about her.
 
I see your pain and listen as generously as I can,
Telling you what I know you need to hear.
This is my penance.
 
I know this is going to hurt,
That I am breaking my own heart with this compulsion.
 
I remind myself that even when the heart wants what the heart wants,
When the body finds its primordial other,
The oceanic certainty of love can still feel like death,
And that I destroyed what I loved most just to feel safe.
 
Sitting this close to you,
My body behaves as she always does - treacherously.
Even though I know by now the price, I don't try to tame the force of her remembering. It's a wager I'm certain to lose - 
 
The die already cast,
A busted flush,
She runs rampage.
 
It's a death ride now, and I know it,
But I will her on regardless
For a momentary glimpse of the future
Of my illusion.

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The Visit

You hand me the bracelet without meeting my eyes -
A wordless expression that betrays the casualness between us. 
It's a symbol, a sign
That you haven't forgotten.

My face burns with emotion and I quickly turn to face the sea
As decade-old feelings crash through my veins.
I open my palm to find a string of blood-red roses -
Ten bakelite buds that threaten to bloom.

The cold December wind suddenly reminds me of my present.
I know I'm breaking the rules by accepting this gift –
The red rose is an ancient symbol of intention,
Of love stronger than thorns.

But this is precisely why
I can't hand it back.
Courting the illicit, I place it on my wrist.
I am shackled.

Later that night, after you've gone, 
I lie next to him in the dark and count the buds between my fingers,
Like rosary beads.
Each one a prayer to the past,
A commemoration of our communion.

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The Days Between

I reach across the pillow bare 
And caress you with my thigh
And upon your lips
I gently bite
And breathe your hungry sigh
 
You pull me close
Hip to hip
My body is in song
A hallucinatory return to where I still belong
 
We are a skein of tangled feelings
Traversing time and space
Incantatory memories rouse us  
As we begin to move apace
 
The remembering of your fingers
The deftness of your hand
My body still your conquest
You raise your flag upon my land
 
You say you feel my heart in yours
And my blush betrays my thrill  
To taste again the salt and slick  
Of your urgent hungry will
 
As we rise to meet the moment
You place your head on mine
We move together silently  
In defiance of our crime
 
The treacherous dawn sun rises
Your scent begins to fade
I lock my eyes on yours 
And cling to your embrace
 
The light leaks through the curtains 
And draws me from your grasp
I wake in painful longing
Untouched unseen
I gasp
 
I lie alone in reverie
Until I hear the pad of children's feet
And the fragments of our union roam
Beyond my aching reach
 
I rise and smooth the linen
A requiem for the dream
And I begin again the counting  
Of the lonely days between