moments we shared
like the pair of white-winged doves
that soar above,
suddenly disappear
into the grey sky with a flutter,
without even a goodbye.
memories
of the glistening autumnal moon
of the less traveled winter path
of the long and unbroken intimacy
are all there is now.
i possess nothing except the past
where you loved me so tenderly
don’t tell me how you will caress her silky hair,
how you will whisper in her ears, of how much you love her.
the truth is always meant to hurt,
as your crystal ball
tells the tale
of how it will all end.
but not tonight,
in my own nocturnal dreams,
i rejoice,
where you embrace me in a body lock,
where my lips
press against yours.
© 2021
