Flower On a Mountaintop

You resented my high
highs
as though you had any approach
to pleasure
toll gated & mined
Boom goes the dynamite
your half-sketched lord a detention room teacher
I'll take that, that
& that
from you
as though  pleasure could be a prefects' privilege...
But where was your Cerberus
when I traced a hundred lullabies upon your back
& you sang me a waterfall
Short of breath...
" what do you want?" you asked
& I told you
showed you....
remember me
forget me
not
We molded a cast unbroken
and swung away until our arms & hearts were broken.

A Star? An Eagle? Un Lamento

I saw Her 
& then her name
on the rookie board
and knew where she was from
and that I wanted to know her-
So we talked & flirted
but
nothing happened
And then.... she drove me home; waited to drive me home, 1, 2 3 or more hours after she had finished her shift....
but I lived in a commission flat
and though she was not 'posh'
I felt ashamed
and that she was classier than that
Five
Six
Seven times- more-
I looked across at her
a brief touch
a kiss on the cheek
Nothing more;
never You
Always me.

Salí de su partido para el equivocado, y me arrepentí desde entonces