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 each other
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---
Now I 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 breaks with
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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