Spoiled

Ruined. Spoiled
- like a baby
imprints on its mother,
I am yours forever.
You no longer can love me;
yet, I can love no other.

I've dwelled in your love's
Eden, honey-dewed
grass between my toes,
bathed by your optic pools
upon my face, auburn wind -
jasmine-sweet - enslaved my nose

Unused. Rejected
like grapes withering
on the vine hangs my heart
suspended, clinging, still
longing - for you harvest
pleasure never to impart.

I long to shed Love's
winter coat, receive
Spring's regeneration;
yet, your shadow-love's
remnant warmth fuels my heart's
Eternal hibernation
My Comments: I try to deal, in this poem, with the frustrating transition after a relationship, the "weening process,"  when one consciously desires to move on and "get over" someone, yet is still clinging to any shred or crumb of communication and interaction from the former relationship.  When sometimes the smallest bit of affection or attention from a former love is better than nothing at all or starting over. I do play with "seasonal/cyclical" references in this poem as well.
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