I snuck a peek at an old photo
\nof you
\nwho you were\u2014
\nare you still that
\nyouthful, rippling laughter
\nsparkly gaze
\ncaressing my face,
\nstroke of softness
\nunder yearning fingertips?
\nI bought you that sweater
\nfelt alive with you
\nyour easy skater style
\nand the night you
\nasked when was I going
\nto let you have sex with me.<\/p>\n
My answer surprised you
\nbut you remedied my rule
\nand we fell in love.<\/p>\n
We fell into
\nchemistry like a potion
\ncrafted by a wild scientist
\nmixing melted metals
\nand I carried your
\nlust
\nin my bones
\nhaving to wait to see you
\nwas intoxicating
\na draught, elixir
\nof desire.<\/p>\n
But then you changed<\/p>\n
or was it that you\u2019d
\nstayed the same or had I changed
\nor was your patina showing,
\nnot a unique and beautiful
\nluster as of something
\nweathered, made precious by time
\nbut a toxic truth,
\nconservative hate billowing from
\nyour dragon mouth.<\/p>\n
And when you left, you blew through
\nthe apartment
\ngathering your things
\nand in a gust of anger
\nand years wasted you were
\ngone. I loved you then
\nmore than you could see
\nand it was you, stepping over me.<\/p>\n
Is that why they say
\nlove is blind?
\nMaybe the saying got bent
\nsomewhere along the line.
\nMaybe someone only ever meant
\nto imply
\nlove is kind
\nlike in Corinthians.
\nBecause blindness isn\u2019t acceptance
\nbut ignorance. <\/p>\n
And that\u2019s why I told you to leave.
\nI still cried.
\nBecause learning new, hard truth
\nhangs in the balance,
\nthe fine, paradoxical line between epiphany
\nand the drowning of a dream. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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