the amputee


he’s sewn up,

sore.

and, missing;

something?

some things?

or,

somewhere?


missing.


missing; somewhat?

or, is it, someone?


a jigsaw piece;

minus it’s edge.

a garden hose;

but no hedge.

a windowsill;

without a ledge.


this fascination

with forbidden lust

is an –

amputee –

both arms;

taken;

forsaken.


and, with that being said,

he’s; still;

besotted

with a pair of gloves.


but, nevertheless,

trustily supported

by two good legs.


epiphany;

disregarded.


for, what one lacks,

sore,

one doesn’t

necessarily know

not to need

in these

matters of amour.


and,

regrettably,

one should never

overlook;

what’s beneath,

when able

to take a ride

on

romance’s

intimate see-saw.


nor,

turn their backs

on

true love’s

magnificent stampede;

in boots;

inconsiderately worn.


Requiem


Remembering; slumber.

A forgotten number.

The subtraction

of dreamy interaction.

An ever-falling bungee jumper.


Remembering; rest.

De-stress? Distressed.

Unanswered calls

by sunken eyeballs.

To close their quest.


Remembering; peace

Of mind. At ease.

Stood at attention

for every mention

of failure to sleep.


Remembering; dreams.

Coins in a fountain gleam.

Now each and every

are but a memory.

Copper tears that stream.