NEVERMORE LOVE

You watch me through the veil I don;
what I’ve let you see —
the pie crust edges of me.

You’re confident
in that knowledge
to take a deep dive
behind my eyes.

Their colors
change as often
as clouds shift shapes.
That variable you failed
to calculate.

I sit,
a raven above your door
as you voice my faults and
emotional frailties:
my tendency to erect walls
when I sense storms are inevitable…
my need to fly into bruised smoke
of battle…

all fair game because you loved me.

I loved you over mountains and flowered plains,
over reflective lakes and ribbons of rivers.
Not even the Sea overwhelmed
pinnacles we reached.

You exhaled. I inhaled and we stepped into each other. This
happens so few times in a millennia, that it’s written on a
mountain
only Shamen climb.

You believe that you can help me.
I lower my head til my chin is on my chest;
I know you’ve heard much the same jargon as I.

I compartmentalize —
keep the dragons chained and unfed
away from the channel of my being
where light and life and tenderness
of the highest love for another dwells.

They would only devour the love
emanating from the currents between,
all around, over and through us.

Without a doubt,
we were rare; a beautiful disaster
and that’s my fault.
I brought the raven to your door.
Still, we were precious to the point of painite.

No doubt you’ll move way
from the centrifugal force
the awareness of us spins.
It’s right for you to do so.

You are a man too beautiful
to have a nevermore love
perched on your door.

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RiverBlue

You can find more of River Blue’s writing on Allpoetry.com, including “No Waking from This”, “Footsteps of Her”, “Levitation And Beheaded Roses” and “Sicily Though a Car Window” to name just a few of her impressive three-hundred-and seventy plus portfolio. These can be found on at https://allpoetry.com/River_Blue

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