“I must be a fool to love you; I’m crazy to love you, she cried.
It’s sunrise Honey, do not mock the beauty of the
morning with quilt and lies, that look is pathetic.
Draw back your sweats; wipe the night’s delight from
your lips and keep your revoking stare and glare at a distance.
You do not have to kiss me goodbye; hold in that morning breath.
It’s morning and you must leave.
I must have told you that I Love you a million times
in poetry and prose but clearly you don’t feel the same.
Your distance made me flinch all the while as you got lost
in a trance. My fingers twitched and my palms itched
in anticipation for a call or text that never came.
Save me from that tiring old, long speech of time and heartbreak.
You don’t have to love me, if you don’t. Now, hush it.
Wipe the traces off my face, drain this grim with a folly.
Remove this sticky mush off my skin, Laminate this dream with a reality.
For even through the quiet lofts, i know that i might miss you.
So as i lay in this bed, i turn my back to all that could have been,
fold my lips in distaste and take one last look at you.
Your cologne still fresh and rocking my space—
drawn with the lush and mush of all the sweet love making last night.
How our bodies intertwined in rhythmic love making, the groans and moans,
passion in between kisses, or was it lust? Nevertheless, the sex was good.
With one last smile, and closed memories of this moon; months gone by,
i take one final glance with tears in my eyes and pay my Poetic Tribute
to you for all the Love i would have given to you…”
© FloetryC 2015