Conundrum
You served up your sumptuous sexuality
a decadent treat offered to me
with a garnish of supposed innocence...
Your knowledge of the sensual realm
far greater than that of
the workings of the intimate heart...
Your reign of things passionate
was wrapped in inconsistencies:
the guile of honesty and what you named love
Evidence, thus, of your mastery of lust
and your absence of reality within
the domain of authentic trust, or affection
Who has treated you so, that you would
feign adoration only to usurp that
essence of another who meant to truly unite?
Where upon your path of life did passion
eliminate hope and harmony - flesh
became your only means of communication...
The sanctity of togetherness undone
by your reliance on desire only
undone when work was required to last...
You served up blasphemy and pain to me upon a
finely polished plate of integrity - only to
vacate when responsibility was inescapable
Perhaps you will realize, one day, that avoidance
is not your answer - when your heart is taken
by someone you choose to fully love...
then you will know what it is that I
had given to you, and what little I asked
in return, for that which you promised once...
k.e.cline, 11/16/99