something random
tangled limbs
drenched in bliss & sweat
lay
motionless
across the bed
the moon casts a peace-filled glow
& thru the open window
wafts in the scent
of day old trash
& roses
where it mingles
with the salty sweet aroma
of their sex
somewhere
down the way
an angry cat screams
as a dog sends it scurryng
up a tree
& in the corner
of the moonlit room
he sits
smiling
crying
dying
from the picture that they make
as they lay together
in the bed he made with her
he swears he can taste
the fragrance that they've made
on his lips
on his tongue
but most of all
he hears
their love
their lies.....
his fears
over & over again
but as lovely as their image is
it inflames him
enrages him
destroys him
way down deep
these two are now his enemies
no longer his lover
no longer his friend
he no longer has the strength
to quench his anger
or quell his grief
he just simply wants it all to end
he walks out the same door he walked in
climbs back into his car & starts the engine
takes the road map in his hands
& wonders where to go
how far
is far enough
to begin
again
leave behind the devastation
that
at this moment
is tearing at him
how far
is
far enough
to
begin.....
again?
I wrote this in 2004, but revisited & re-edited this year.
It's written from the masculine cuz that's how I did it originally...to blunt my own pain!
1/28/04 djcb
