LAKE | CANDLE | GODDESS
When You are Your Alter Ego
Pine. Opine.
Goodbyes will come at the beginning.
Because love is set with limit not seen,
Love’s timer commenced ticking
as understanding dawned, throat becomes
primed to eject primal mourning wail, head
submerged only below water level, rage
and disbelief can pretend they are codes
locked inside clarity, sanctuary
in emerging bubbles.
Curiosity. Singe.
Hellos will come as trials.
failure is reality, in hindsight.
Which hand lit the candle?
Which eye looked?
I felt burn
of recognition
but
You had already
escaped
the marriage bed
Madness waiting
to Catch
You
Downhill.
Endure.
Ascend.
The rain patters
more gently now.
Fills the lagoon
to swelling point.
Untended
solitary flames
lick the air
and want to
Fan into wildfire.
—the storm is insistence.
An uneasy
immortality
spit out in
afterbirth.
About the Creator
Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)
Poet Organizer of Phynnecabulary and Co-Director at the Poetry Global Network. Has too many cats and dogs a-plenty. Enjoys karaoke way too much. https://linktr.ee/phynnebelle/
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