The Sunday Poem

Love, again

LOVE BITE

It came from behind and bit me/while I wasn’t looking

just cooking something for dinner/do you remember what we ate

I could talk about the hate/the rough patches

That came later

It was all a long time ago

I took no pictures of you in my bed/I wish I could forget that

I’m not in love with you

How could I be/We have just one soul correction

Such a strange connection

After we departed

Our bodies went free, in opposite directions

                          Do you recall the offerings we made

                          To each other, small tokens of an affection

Not wanted on the voyage

The itching from the bite keeps me awake at night

Such a raw connection

It’s spring and the ice is melting/The Forsythia a lake of gold

you flinch when you behold/me/ uncertain unworthy old

I yearn for these arrows of a careless Cupid

Piercing my flesh at the stake

You despise all the gods

I feel absolutely stupid/keep scratching the itch

Composing puerile poems/an old witch chanting

Such a bloody connection

There’s nothing to be done/Our soul is dancing

We’re off in our corners

Getting the mouthpiece ready/Nothing is as steady as

This unspeakable connection