bitter love

Bitter Love

 

In the night, I whispered no one love like us

entwined we’re one body a mass of sated lust.

Her room above an ice-cream parlour was

an angle’s boudoir.

I left for work in a cloud of pink infatuation

and felt benevolent to all creatures in the world.

Nothing could touch me now the coast

was clear of underwater reefs.

Suddenly it changed a boyfriend, a fisherman

came back from the sea, it was him she loved

in our throes of climax, her thought was of him.

A fall from grace, total humiliation, the beauty

fragmented into thousand pieces of the utterly

repugnant memories.

She and her lover boarded a ferry to Denmark

and that was the end of our love affair.

 

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