Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

Ever After and Never Again

11-6-05

A cackling temptation begins a journey
to a self-respectless night
of cowering after bad deals
and no-name places
where regret is seen personified.
To this voyage now
I honor the hiding of love
and propose to fold over ten
the exposure of myself
and become that destination;
mythical and perhaps truly non-existent.
I speak not of flowers nor chocolates
but only when spoken to
and of nothing more than my arrival
(not what led me to).
Be I a cloud
over my temple now closed,
so be I never estranged
by the clamorous greed of failed trust
in choosing never to link
hands to hearts evermore
until I am capable enough
to render it in full loving color
the way it ought to be.