At this point
I doubt
I will ever again
Pen another of love
Now as turbid
As when
My affection was simply,
Abstruse
In its uses
Rejection pellucid
To me
Was well-suited,
As natural as
******
Chemistry fluid
Still nourishing
Unhappy marriage
Uprooted
From childish notions
Of paradise-fruited,
Emotions denuded
At first sight
As blind
As the first time’s belief
In too good to be true’s
Linen sheets of deceit