Quickly We Forget Our Former Passions

Last night, as the lights dimmed and far away the orchestra finished tuning, I knew I would write a poem about you.

Dim the lights.

Imagine an empty stage and a single microphone. I step out and recite the following:

"Images of you flutter through my mind
Michael.
I watch amazed as you push that hair behind your ears with Titan hands.

I look away and smile knowing all the while that you're measuring me as I am you.

Colossal eyes bear down - one moment at least,
the next you look up at me innocent, unassuming, begging to be taken in.

Seduce me Michael. Strip me of all sense and good sound reason. Humiliate me. Destroy me. Piece me back together, Apollo.

I fall in love too easily so please, be gentle, be gentle."

Thank you nameless audience.

Tearing this poem to shreds I exit the stage in my head