Trigger Warning
Listening to your story
it was just infatuation
Eros the trickster makes you believe
in love as a nocturnal trance
You say you wanted nothing but
you surely wanted something or
your ring would’ve stayed on your finger
Curious that you take it off afterward
Eros doesn’t care
The detached rain drenched cityscape
the dissolute solitude of a hotel room
he leaves for you as a cynical gift
So you don’t feel guilty – good for you
Did you feel naked after the ring came off
Which mask did you wear
Was it ever you
Who are you now
Through your knotted impulsive heart
you write a poem devoid of honesty
except in bleakness
You thought Eros would shake your mind
like a mountain wind gliding through alpine grass
Or that warm rain on a lake
would make you hunger for another
But it never does
You watched rain fall on flat gravel roofs
gray on gray with your masks