what burdens you seek to retain, the edgy border of delicious and pain is a raggedy cut line, as lost lovings, rhymes with duality
Once upon a time, a middle aged man left the woman he married, the one who drained and cruel reigned over the destruction of his-dreams, for one accidentally stumbled into, the love who blurred his edges as well, between forgotten happiness and pain so awesome bad when she grew tired of his life's complications, she left him, weeping on the corner of Broadway and 83rd Street
was that 20, 30 years ago? a memory from no matters land but the physical ache that marred the hearth in the chest for months and months, sent him to the doc who smiled sweetly but gave him, had no, no relief for busted grownup hearts with normalΒ EKG's
that remains a treasured affirmation to this day of life's capacity to love that comes with an ingrown danger of never forgetting
did you know the French outlawed the use of the term Mademoiselle in '12 (Mlle.)?
I loved that salutation, calling my one true lovers with the soft feminism of that address
and still do
and you want to recall kindergarten crushes?
Mister Vinnie possesses a lovely contradiction, holding onto lost lover sickness that lives on in good love poems
this my new found poet, is how that he, this aching heart, fast approaching his shore line for one last return and final departure repays a sweet compliment, from one who complements anothe man's lovely's insane desire to never forget any of it