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Let me begin by saying
"I was a twin"
That's right was
I ate it in the womb.
Now it's not all doom and gloom
I had other siblings
But, one could say, that,
before birth I was a
murderer.
The evil twin.
Or, just peckish
Lecter had nothing on me!
Now, yes I did consume
my twin, but in my defence
(And my chagrin)
One of us had to win.
Imagine looking at a
being, your doppelgänger
from the room of the womb.
There wasn't enough elbow room
(or legroom)
for that matter
So, to my mater I apologise
that I cannibalised
myself.
© JLB
Feelings are full of meanings.
Abandonment and pleadings.
Heart beatings.

Feelings are just sweepings
swept up off the floor from
pain frozen beings.

Feelings release the pain.
Which overreaches and falls.
Pain palls.

A dark cloud of dust
emerges to cloak
the feelings to black.

Feelings like seedlings
grow in the sun. Eclipsed,
the sun and feelings turn dark.

Bright, feelings ultimately
turn to gloom
Happiness vs sadness

Who wins?
© JLB
Glacier like, she moves slowly
Heavily made up, doll like, Maiko
Moving toward her rite of passage in a
highly colorful kimono with extravagant obi.

Her bright face and silks are an unspoken code
Her parasol offers limited protection from the sun
and less to what's to come.
Although trained, this transaction is not of love.
© JLB
Mizuage (水揚げ) was a ceremony undergone by a maiko, where a man paid money for the privilege of having *** with the apprentice geisha; this also signified her coming of age.This transition usually occurs around the age of twenty. After that a geisha must be able to stand on the strength of her own artistic accomplishments and leaves her "Older sister".
Tonight, when we said goodnight
I meant goodbye.
Truth be told I was getting cold
Stood on the doorstep.
I wanted to be warming by the fire
Yet, you stood and  talked
I fidgeted and balked
at your droning voice
You wanted to discuss us further
there is no us, I murmured
yet on and on you droned
about our future, our perfect partnership.
Until in the end, I had to end the night
with ******.
Until we meet again at the gates of Hell
(Where you'll be there waiting to talk again)
Please just remember my temper,
It flared that cold night
and killed you with a
jolly shove.
You hit the path and dealt yourself a death blow
At least your death wasn't slow
(unlike the goodnight at my door)
Brevity is a necessity explicitly born out of hostility.
And your obituary was less than a
paragraph.
© JLB
Fingerprints are like relationships
they leave a trace.
Your fingerprints are all over me
The whorls of your prints are seared into my skin
Into my soul.
I submit each time you touch me
set aflame by your caress.
Spiral patterns of you criss cross my body,
Your body.
Sparks of need jump from your fingertips
arcing into me, possessing, caressing,
they leave me breathless and defenceless
to the onslaught that will leave me inevitably,
wrecked upon our bed, like a trapped ship on the shore.
© JLB
Have you ever realised how close a heart is to an egg?
When broken, shards are discarded, nonchalance remains.
What? So you broke an egg there's eleven more in the carton.
But, I don't have a dozen hearts.
When a heart breaks it takes more
than all the King's horses and all the King's men
to put my uneven heart back together again.

Hearts are caged like battery hens,
yet when free to roam they roost in the wrong home.
Affairs of the heart clot it's valves, congeals like a cold yolk.
Here, have a dozen roses, feel better?
I'd rather a dozen eggs, then when one breaks it's replaced
Bards and harps write and sing of the heart strings
never the cracks a heart, whilst broken brings.
© JLB
Snowflakes slowly fall and
disappear into the ground.
Frozen flakes disappearing
into the snow,
returning to the drift.

Opaque light glimmers on the surface
I wonder if my face has remained
the same, fake smiles all around
plastic happiness built on
plastic dreams.

I moulded myself to being the wife
a puppet on a string, a thing to own
Vile vinyl, fake female
toxic, neurotic, inorganic
credit card lifestyle.

The snowflake has reminded me
of a purer time, a kinder, softer time
Snowflakes are unique
I am unique not
Plastique
© JLB
Bewitched by your soul
I crave to know your gift
Your gift of knowing me
Owning me, filling me
Did you glamour me?
Or did I entrance you?
Your leadership of me
Makes it hard to resist
Your charm, your craft
I'm charmed by your knowledge
Enraptured by your mask
What are you?
Should I feel horror?
I feel so at home in your arms
Which of us is the witchery spirit?
Are you a warlock?
One that has locked me in a battle of need,
need of you?
Or am I the enchantress that has hexed you?
We cannot be parted, we are one
I am undone
Sorcerer of me
What is under your cloak?
© JLB
"It was only a kiss" you'd said
to me, that ended
our wedded bliss.

I caught you and her
of all places, in
my kitchen.

New year's party for the neighbours
right next to the drainer
You, and her from number five.

Warned about her the day we arrived.
Gossip I thought
Jealousy I thought

Vicious viperous women
being vindictive
I thought.

Shows you what thought does
Did you like number five's thighs?
Her sighs?

Did you even remember your wife?
Whilst being depraved, full of vice
lies and cries of lust ?

I expect not, your head
was still full of her lips
Or is it her lips that are still full?

Relationships are give and take
You took too much.
I hate goodbyes.

You've been Blythe about
Your demise with
Number five, and her thighs.

So, to cut to the chase
We cannot revive nor
survive. Your kiss can consider me the ex.

Oh, and by the way
let's just say that the
slice I made today will make no 5
Stay permanently away.
© JLB
Dumbstruck that the news came
so impersonal, so matter of fact.
A text to say you were leaving.
Forever.

The usual spin on 'it's not you it's me'
Came my way, 'I need to find myself'
'I feel stifled' also got a shoe in.
I was impressed the text was not abbreviated.

When I think back people commented on how handsome
you were, was that a sly dig at me?
Whatever, it's passed now.
Time stands still for no man(so I'm told)

So time to stop grieving at your leaving
Begin anew, start breathing and thinking
for me. By the way thanks for retrieving
Your personal belongings from the flat.

People, you know friends and family
asked how I was, did I need anything?
I was stunned at their curiosity and
kindness, but, told them no.

Well, if you hear from him let us know,
if you want a chat we're here to listen
Oprah says break ups are like bereavements
No need to be brave for us honey.

They leave after getting their gossip
believing I was being stoic, grieving on the inside.
I wasn't, quite the opposite in fact
I felt liberated, unchained, free to be me.

That's what I did you see, became me
I had difficulty heaving your corpse into the garden
but those gym sessions you insisted I take paid off
As did the self defence class, one strike and down you went.

BTW Thanx for the txts, they is well good as alibis.
© JLB
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