Gone like an abandonment

Meaning like a shallow pool

Rocks in the bottom of it

Uneven footing

The splash of a walkthrough role

The heavy handed demeanour

The the-ness of a well to do afternoon

And you’re gone.

All was so long

Time was my song

Forever was half an hour of seeming

My eyes were lost in listless dreaming

Taking you possessively

Wanting you pricelessly

I did not accept the risk

Of your troubles meeting me in my fist.

Gone like the lifted shaft

Of a heel departing rank and file

So the toes depress the water

And I am back chasing God’s only daughter.

Come back so I can see

Something more heavenly

Than flagrant violations and abuses

From my guns and rare bit muses.

I have no awakening to see

And there is no Moses in the parting sea

To take me to a higher ground

Than the emptiness we both found

Clutching together on dry land

Spending my expanded plan

For divorce on open season

When the weather met my clouded judgement and reason.

So if your listless self arises dependently to perchance

The sacred Navratri or Natraj and tribal dance,

Remember me and what it freely feels like

To partition romance with Chinese walls and Offa’s Dyke.

There is no seeming meant to be

For ex camaraderie.

So it’s time to sail on your own way

For all that angelic reality to have new sway.

Dreams come in many shapes and packages

And some land in land

And carry heavy famished damaged;

But there is no telling what will be

When Lucifer tells on thee to Aphrodite.

Buyer’s remorse is convened a harlot’s guilt

For the barrister’s briefs still carried in silk

But a higher motive is not sought in proof

As bias is moved, at last, to our holy Zeus.