"Saturday”
You have been some kind
of inspiration.
A breath of cool night air
has itself,
to a crisper sense, a
scent of eucalyptus.
But that is where
it ends.
The night cannot mean more
than deception
for I’ve been more than on
the receiving end-
and afterwards
it lasts about
7 days.
7 days for hope.
one for love another for peace
a third for fitting in
one for finding myself.
5 for joy, 6
for anticipation
and seven
for the glass
to shatter.
7 for the flow you gave me
each night was one more song
lyrics became my
sustenance
Poured into a glass
which you fed me
and I spilled MY words
for you.
So you were like my moon
illuminating a desperate sky
but like the moon
you influence the tides
and I am no more
than a desolate sea,
the ocean you collected
in a bottle,
a
Glass bottle.