Sympathetic as usual
your musical voice vibrates and
comes to me beguiled and ruined,
sometimes love injures and kills the heart.
It’s not like a hospitable coffee offered to all visitors
any time of day; delicious and hot.
It’s a liqueur that burns slow bleeding in the veins.
Like a howling dog you come for a few drops from the vessel
and with dismay I turn and walk away
with the white glow of stars and an innocent moon,
an ineffable majesty of an unnamed owner.
Even though I might love your confusion
when you say night and it’s dawn or
when I say I am the wind
and you build praise in word symbols,
doors and windows in the night.
Disaffection extends my dawn and
our fog colors the fauna.
Process notes: Written about an ended friendship of almost 14 years. Things happen and people change.