Is this the foothold you sought
when love decayed and left you wanting?
Avenged in miniscule degrees, each vindicated
moment a trivial gilded victory…
The stars align in nonsensical patterns
encouraging this gazer to find
fascination in fabricated Andromeda flirting.
Sweeping up shreds of delight to amass
a semblance of happiness melded
together with lint and common dust~~
We wont discard this…the only
loving we know….a taste of wine
for the deprived and ignorant.
blissfully swirling this singular sip allotted
…mindful not to spit, but relish it.
This sun will suit the pale skin
from abandoned rainy days present and forever.
Not fully basking but splashing past blinds
in a dark house as we ran back and forth
to know the warmth from these sparing, yet splendid, beams.
Always the starved will be longing,
chasing the sated heartfilled complacent,
an impossible separation, upstairs to basement.
No empty affair could ever replace it
…but must suffice today, as we are just so
For anyone who goes unloved but uses short term affection and sexual encounters as it’s surrogate. It’s a viscious circle perpetuated by both sexes inabiltity to trust one another.