Your image now burned like a vow
without the piece of paper that
I accidentally relied upon
in so many shadows
droplets on my face left
my body hungry for your
condition-less gaze your
pose striking over and over at the foot
of the bed at
the foot of our mistakes
What did I think I wanted?
Something other than that?
Three long years to remember what I forgot when
Your face superimposed my love
Your Grace confused my lust
I fought for its life with every strength and sinew until you
revealed kidneys now depleted and
Grace clumsily evaded as I wrapped my raw
hands around that which was never
True, you
still standing at the foot of the bed looking,
Can your heart see clearly yet?
This vow eats and becomes me
True love has no choice
It is neither yes nor no
It was always you at
the foot of the bed watching, waiting
My dear love without limit
How did you create me so lucky, so deserving of You?
Because the breath in your pulse is mine
Because the enigmas in your mistakes are my doing
And because you no longer
Have a choice in the matter as
True love is neither yes, nor no
My Dear.
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