Early Disposal

Early Disposal

What were you thinking of
similar women of lesser value
their love left at the back door
an unwanted package
kicked to the curb unopened,
yet violated, somehow.

Where does a kiss go wrong
across forbidden tongue
the early age for dishonor
knows little discretion
only relief of insatiable lust
where boundaries of ignored emotional pull
have little strength to weave their fences close.

I felt for you
long after passion
shuffled itself away
and far below
death’s cold, barren remorse.

The spinning tunnel of despair
for both of us
left our hearts no less the
worse for wear
and only one of us aware
that loss was more
than one alone could
possibly bear.

Do you reward yourself
in frozen mirrors
years across the loneliness
of single time
and empty embrace
where I no longer exist
except in memory, painful
as it were

to remember still this wounded place
where imminent flush of rain was
quick to soar because the thunder
left behind from early disposal
ripples still across the lines of
fallen grace and nothing looks
back familiar from your own
invisible face.