I took your name off the list
and it toppled a thousand tables
Book strewn and predictable
You were a mighty tree
Blowing the daffodil and cattail wind my way
You, that apparition
Me, that curly haired voyeur
You couldn’t handle complicated
You eradicated
A forest of affection
Grown only on the nurturing
Of imagination and a few chance meeting
You silly downpour
Who’d kill a rainstorm of kindling infatuation
Based on
Maybe looks
A slice of religion
A dash of your humor
A rumbling of indifference
And my complete inability for self-control
When reeling from your rejection
Insecurity swarms
We’ll dance
Bumblebees of desire
Lost youth
Pathless in description
Hey Future, my apologies
I digress
Utterly
Completely
Wholly
Overtaken
By
The rhythm of possibility
Untold intimacies
And what ifs
[Written in the Pre-Michaelean Era]