for the man

the coffee mug, the curtains, my pearls and I
are all here

right in front of you.

But we feel as if we don't exist anymore,

For we aren't brand new.

There was a time not long ago,

I was your mania, your muse

You'd plan your whole day around mine

try and meet me somewhere;
convince me somehow.
bribe, beg, entice me.

Point blank I'd refuse.

Where did I lose it?

How could it be?

I tried, am trying to maintain tranquility

Anger has made you cold, you blackish blue soul.
Such is your love's duality.






Go now.
I don't want to complete this, not for you.
You wouldn't care, anyhow.

It is you who's has slandered.
not me.
our aborted, still born, lilac love stares at me,
all SQUANDERED!
How do I tell him it wasn't me.