10 Ix
White Spectral Wizard
It isn’t that we quarreled –
Or fought with sharpened Tongue and Fang
Or clawed our Way through Tunnels full of Gloom
Together
No fuming Rage or Thunder
Tore apart our Hearts---
Eros stood silently at Bay
Peeking in on us---standing on Tip-Toe
Watching as we mocked Love’s Glory---
Imitating the sublime State
We moved simultaneously toward
And against one another---
The Possibility of US did not
Dawn in Flashes of bright Light---
You spoke of Rockets, saying
“I need others as well as you---
Another instead of you.”
There are Burdens you carry
Awkwardly against your Will
Away from me, you turn
Even while approaching---
You balance self-consciously
In order not to fall or disturb
A precarious Equilibrium
Being January’s Child
I know the two-faced god
Of Ambivalence---
Janus is false fashioned
As you are rudely fake
You give and then abruptly take
Away---
I had little Time
To test the Truth---
To run the Gamut of Emotions
Bequeathed to me
As crown Jewels---
I chose a simple Stone
Of Disenchantment---
I now deny false gods---
Declare that I will repair
The bruised Heart within me beating---
The Decision is mine
To make without you
Even as I have been
With you
Awareness dawns upon
Waves of Consciousness---
The rhythmic Swell of Knowledge
Builds the natural Bridges of my Soul---
Only forward does my inner Eye direct
As I acquaint myself with myself again---
Without you.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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