there is no such thing
as a complete end to love.

despite the goodbyes, the
thank u, next quality to these
love affairs that somehow clog
my pores & leave me breathless

this love is the clarity i needed
a remedy, a rush of fresh air
after the cloying sweetness i had
that entraps as much as enchants.

sure, love was the golden thread
that made the tapestry of exes
worth my time & affection;

but good goddess, i do believe
you have the midas touch

cold clear love, a quenching
of all the insecurity and loss
transmute the gold into grace

i don't need wealth i need you
all this new love
laid out like laughter between us.