it was spring
our hearts
burning with love
windswept desire
thunderous passion
our arms reaching
into forevermore
and then . . .
deceptive lightning
blazed a course
of deceits and lies
trivial at first
a germ of deception
on many fronts
infection set in
a pox on our house
slept with eyes open
trust gone
love collapsed
into and upon itself
we never understood
how angry we were
until the shouting began
the crying
shattering of thrown things
crying
you tried to cut me once
I stopped you
we hugged
we made lust
looking for the sun
to send shafts of light
back into our souls
we hung on
didn't want it to end
closed our eyes
to everything
far too long
after awhile
I snorted
began to wonder
about transmigrating
still, our arms reached out again
searching for lost passion
we'd lost the map
anyway
our thoughts
too dark to see
what was right in front of us
finally
tearfully
with shame and regret kicking in
we understood
we didn't matter
it was the "we" part
we'd failed to see
I'm here
on the banks of the bayou
watching my reflection
staring back at me
trying
in my own way
to come to an understanding
of love
I've grown to hate
the word
my reflection
nods in agreement
©January 4, 2011 / Jerry Pat Bolton
