The Last Short Word on Love

No, she wasn’t poison to me after all

Nor was I out of her league

Maybe I did put more on her soul

Than she was made for

Unfair of me (I suffered from fatigue)

But I needed to worship someone

Something…

She was as the Sun to me

And I, I was just this guy

On a kind of Acid-trip

Gazing as the day was phasing

Too long at her

Much too long

My retinas burned

My eyes went out

As she sang her siren song

Chemistry for better & worse

Worked its way with me

I fell in love

& I had the balls

To go after her

When beauty called

I answered but too anxious

Too far too fast

I overshot

So now? I tell my friends

There’s no reason why my name

Should  come up out there

I just want to be forgotten

Get to status quo ante

Get free of me

Die to myself

For a while

Then at some future point

If someone chooses to anoint

The wounded lover

Without trembling

I’ll resurrect & rediscover

What I should’ve been

Without dissembling

6 Feb. 2013, Los Gatos

© 2013 GP aka JSW