Jezebel

An empty, silent room
is where I hear you
best now.
The only place I
can reach back
into my mind
and barely touch
the kindness and
sincerity in your
ways
When I knew
I was the only woman
in the world
capable of
bringing you joy.
The universe
consisted only of
you and I
wrapped in scented
silks
shimmering lotions
soothed our skin
our words laced
with warm cognac
there in our
temporary home
where we shared our
dreams
our lives
our deepest
fantasies
our darkest fears
How glorious it felt
for a moment
to convince myself
that I was the one…
only to awaken to the
reality
that I am one of the
ones
who has
mastered pushing your
buttons
to push you away
Arising from my dream
rolling over in a lifeless bed
just to read your words

“Don’t call me…
I’ll call you”

2:00AM
3/2/99