Don’t dig the grave for my pumping
station of love,
it still hangs on by a spider’s
thread of hope.
You feel you wield the power and just
a little shove
can turn that thread into a
Do the cut of my jaw and the tenderness
of my hands
no longer titillate the fires
in your breast?
If quiet moments spent together aren’t
in your plans
perhaps I’ve overstayed my welcome
as a guest.
The frigid air that should be in a
has invaded the boudoir
on most nights.
My heartfelt advances are met with
add to the burgeoning list, no more
As I lie here my eyes cover every inch
of the ceiling
while emptiness grows in
Your back turned lets me know what
an invisible threat has padlocked
With no touching and no words passing
between we two
I must surmise that it’s time to
move on out.
We never stood to speak holy vows,
that much is true,
is it my commitment that has
you in doubt?
Ceremonies are an outward sign that
true love exists,
as friends gather to share what
All our time together has been much
more than trysts,
my love for you seeped deep
into my bones.
Too many rush slapdash down the aisle
to tie a knot
without knowing that their love
My participation in vows has not been
and you believe abstinence is
a proper cure.
I still love you and the old warmth of
a shared bed
yet I know my suitcase is
As I pack to leave, the thing that causes
is that mine are the only eyes
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