The gaze which seemed to pour out love
Love like the cool mist against my visage
Love like an unearthly element
Which enveloped my whole being and more
Penetrating my core and permeating unto my spirit in the heavens.
Suddenly this love beckons me not
To bask in your cool breath, in your warm sunshine
It holds not the tenderness, though I know t’is there
Softness once so familiar for which I ached
Now simply a strange sensation, totally alien and empty.
Fragrance which was heady and light
Transporting me to a paradise solely ours
No more does it fan me, like the silky feathers it used to be
Alas, the fragrance I still sense, like the mundane scents
Of a life mundane with chores and strain
But t’is the paradise I lost.
Have I fallen out of love?
Your love which cocooned me like the mother of pearl
Keeping me safe and iridescent
My luster intact during the darkest hours.
Have I grown more lustrous? More luminous
That I need to shed your love?
Like the pearl, the moth, the glistening serpent
Like the child in the womb, who despite the nourishing love
Can no longer withhold falling into this world of sorrow and joy?
And everything in between?
Have I fallen out of your love?
Has my heart, the keeper of my feelings
Had its fill that it feels satiated
Beyond a contentment that it repels your love?
A love so sublime, so rapturous it was
Spiraling into dizzying heights of exploding stars
“Ephemeral” “illusive”, we console bosom friends
Burning in the flames of scorned love
I search for words to justify my heart
Keeping aloof with that of the other
Don’t you sense, my love, that you transformed into “the Other”?
Painting by Pierre Auguste Renoir 019 The Yorck project