state of confusion
Once we wedded separate lives,
inciting utter abandon,
cyclical as summer rip tides,
twin surfers of alien oceans.
Ibeza’s sun in cloudless skies,
not stirring tourmaline seas,
no breezes to beckon linen sails,
cooling wine with wild strawberries.
Candelabras our only light,
mooncalf shadows of absurdity,
reading to me from olden books,
classics and cryptic poetry.
Harvesting garden vegetables,
hand making corn tortillas,
killing the chickens without names,
inviting friends to our rustic villa.
Hanging painted paper lanterns,
sonorous music of friends,
although we were growing older,
we believed love never ends.
The party lasted all night long,
until the sizzling sun rose high,
you lay upon our bed to sleep,
left me here as your body died.
It lived in me like a memory,
recurring dream of wishful bliss,
until the day I saw you again,
now we blend, a seamless kiss.
© 2000 CM Bailey
[This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 04-06-2000).]