I remember the days
of our spotless youth
perfect bodies
yet to be touched
by bearing
your children
or weathering
your fists
back when love
was still
tender sweet fruit on the vine
you liked to lay your head
upon my breast
post coital
christened them
'the heavens'
the way you
offered up prayers to them
with such sweet tenderness
made me believe
we would last forever
I remember the days
of our arcadian youth
you stole stars light
from moonless nights
and sprinkled it my eyes
and between my thighs
you were
such an adept mountebank
playing fast and loose
with the truth
and my heart
set me up
for the greatest fall
of all
I saw a photo of you
the other day
and felt nothing.
© J.C.
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Re: utopian chimes
That is a wonderful phrase and sentiment. I've been thinking a lot bout my youth though mostly the use i applied to it and the abuse I accepted as my fault. I like the cadence of this, scarab, it's depth and heights and the manner in which you framed the purposeful withdrawal of love from someone you trusted.
Hope you are doing well. It must be getting towards the end of winter there. Say hello to the ocean for me