We met in a village dive-bar reeking of diesel
what you may of been thinking
relocating into a filthy tenement building with me
must of been pure adoration
though I
only loved you while I was drinking
which was
as many hours
there are in a day
save those angelic morning moments
as incandescent light beams
played their way through
our fourth story window bedroom
winter, spring and into autumn
you savored every
sober breath we took
as I
ardently pecked at your pallid nave
seeking your sweet redemption
The twilight of my youth
lasted six and a half years
recalling how beautiful you were
and how unreachable you became
to me, you were
demure in feminine mannerism
delicate in feline stature
nightly sable hair
black as ravens crawling
over either shoulder
animal-like under daily covers
people in our lives
coveted you
and asked what your problem was
being shacked up with a drunk like me
you'd rush to defend me
while I continued drinking
and
throwing you away
beside the recycling bin
where my true love lay
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