the passing of unrequited love ,.. or something like it

you slammed the screen door closed

to the best part of my losing streak

blowing down the road like the wind

some say: “a rolling stone gathers no moss”

begets a heart’s defrayed silent drone

steal away your season’s sigh fleeting past

it’s been so long without a scrap or crumb

now summer’s back abloom at long last

that waning memory look in your eyes ,

comes as no surprise , hints once known by heart

looking down on me

like you’re higher ground

beneath those rhinestone clad paper wings ;

did carry burden’s weight , all torn and bent ,

against a stream of vanity and broken dreams

how I remember when you sang so sweetly

blinded by love can be such a liar

oh ! how unrequited love can be an empty cup

when you’re too thirsty to drink

when you’re down on your luck

I kissed your swellen lips passionately

felt the sensual sway of your hips

divin’ in blind into unknown depths

your mouth tasted so full of questions

eyes deep as restless blue ocean reflections

knowing I could n’er be the answers

unknown questions , answerless allusions ,

you still don’t know what love means --

fallow innuendos ne’r quench an insatiable thirst

can’t even tread water in an empty cup …

© harlon rivers ...June 2014

note :   ...just a vent or lament?

meloncholy thoughts of someone I once knew...

not so long ago, yet this haunting out of the blue...

perhaps a summer breeze rattled the screen door astir

and let the memories drift in ...

Song for Zula ... Phosphorescent