Spiting
anthologies of your past lovers demise
as the
laughing twinkle in your eye shows little remorse.
It’s a
puzzling connection to undertake.
You love and
let die like autumn leaves,
falling
tragically
until freezing
ground brittles and breaks their thin spine.
There is
nothing warm or cunning in the nature of your tone
and I wonder
how these flawless men unequivocally choose you.
In that case,
I mustn’t call them “men” at all but boys,
for they are
as silly and fickle as a grade school crush.
Yearning to
seek your approval
as your Gemini
mind changes the rules of every game you play.
While I watch
enviously
as each
lovers’ tower climbing quest for your heart
plunges them
to death, as your chuckle echoes in the night.
What
satisfaction do you receive?
Adding each
lusting man to your list,
while the
ladies in waiting pick off the scraps.
