Such wondrous tableau: me in the mixed state;
Earthly virile; the fruits of my labor do satisfy,
Yet, there is no rosiness in my eye;
Life fills me; but I feel as though I’ve died.
Upon her lips, she stole my essence.
Cosmic comeuppance, was there a profound lesson?
Or was I lowered to Dante’s abyss by wanton chance?
What could validate such pain?
Behind closed eyelids, I am aware of who I am,
What I’ve done, who I’ve become;
I see that my fields are green and my storehouse full.
Yet, I am empty; without she, I am barren.
What happened to my inner fruit?
Where has she taken them?
Upon her lips she stole my heart.
I wasn’t even aware it was up for grabs.
My bones are hollow and my meals forced down.
My stomach is bitter and my voice a forced sound.
The last night together, skin upon skin,
I thought we’d be there again.
And again, and again; and yet, I’m here again,
Full of fear again; filled with tears again;
Pregnant with anguish, I languish at the loss of my beauty,
No words soothe me; no verbs move me.
Proverbs smoothly, uttered from a tongue truly,
Baffled by the pivot, pock-marked with divots,
I can’t even become livid as the vivid image,
Of her face limits my range.
I fear I am already deranged.
Estranged by her alacritous change
I am hanged.
While I know I live.
I passed away.