Small Victories
I didn’t think of you yesterday.
A fact which makes me quite proud.
A small victory.
A step towards recovery from Eros’s poisoned arrow.
I didn’t think of the soft click
made by the worn metal latch
As you closed the door for the last time.
I didn’t think of the delirium
Created by your hands and searing lips
The madness and desperation with which our bodies merged.
I have been waiting for this day
The day I could write this poem.
Waiting for the macrophage of Forget to
gnaw away pieces of your tumorous love.
My patience has been rewarded,
And these words serve as a nepenthe.
A record of triumph.
A prayer made of dry grass
-PES
11 comments:
Why don't I know your middle name? This is a horrible realization. Does it start with E?
yes it does!
Is it Earl?
peter ethiopia sprangers.
I love the mystery of the middle names of Sprocket Plug and Fast Eddie - you two are still stumping people to this day!!! Way to go, P.E.S. and A.E.F. Love to you both.
peter eugarious sprangers
so much for anonymity
PeterE, I totally love your poetry. Not that I know much -- this, and the Ode to my breasts, and that stunning one about hot chocolate which literally makes me breathe a little faster when I read it -- but still. You consistently turn me on. :o)
peter elephant-man sprangers
peter united-arab-"E"mirates spragners
peter ella fitzgerald sprangers
Post a Comment