Years of Daydreams while Far Away Withered
How plants quite disappear when they have lost
Their petals and perfume is like the way
You faded from my life. As if a frost,
A full and lengthy one, attacked in May,
You devastated beauty with your drugs
And drink. I came to visit on a day
In summer and you gave the last of hugs.
You moved your arms and body with a sway
To take me to your chest. What came against
Me first, though, was a heavy sack of grain
Inside your T-shirt. Beer belly dispensed
With love. That yuckiness turned lust to stain.
..I’d made a poem for that moment when
….We’d meet, but dreams were desecrated then.