The death of Desire

I BREATHED IN YOUR BREATH LIKE A TANTRIC STUDENT
AS THE CABOOSE LEFT THE YARD, A CARRIER OF TIME CHUGGING ONWARD.
MY HEAD HURT FROM LACK OF SLEEP RIGHT TO THE WRINKLES ON MY FACE.
AND FROM MY CONSCIENCE NOT A PEEP EXCEPT SADNESS IN THE VOID.
MY MEMORIES HANGING FROM THE RAILING, FRAGILE CREPE PAPER SKIRTS
TORN AND TATTERED, DIRTY PLEATS BLOWING IN THE WIND.
THEN YOUR BREATH IS GONE, REPLACED BY MY OWN, STALE AND STICKY BITTER.
TURNING IN THE LOOSE GRAVEL, I WALK AWAY HEAD BOWED.
HUNCHED DOWN UNDER THE WEIGHT OF A DARK GREY SKY.

LOVE HOVERS OVER MY SHOULDER PUZZLED BY MY BEHAVIOR
MILDLY CONCERNED BY MY GRIEF
TO LOVE, THE DEMISE OF DESIRE IS NOTHING BUT A
SMALL CHALLENGE TO OVERCOME, HARDLY A BUMP IN THE ROAD
SEEING ITSELF AS A CONSTANT NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCE
LOVE IS NOT INTIMIDATED BY MY PAIN KNOWING IT WOULD ACCOMPANY ME
AS I LEFT DESIRE AND PAIN BEHIND TO HAUNT MY PAST WITH FAILURE

SLIMPED IN THE DARK PIT OF MY STOMACH, ROCKING CATATONIC
THE CALLUSED TETHERS TO MY HEART WORN THREADBARE BY ATTRITION
HOLLOW LAUGHTER, TEARS WELLING, RAGGED BREATH THRU DRY CRACKED LIPS
DESIRE IS CONFRONTED BY ITS OWN DEATH.

WITH A SIGH, I DRAW BACK THE SASH, SPRING THUNDER RUMBLES, BRINGING LIFE BACK
FROM THE CHAOS THAT IS WINTER, I WATCH THE RAIN AND LISTEN.
I CAN'T HELP BUT CONTEMPLATE THIS STORM S A METAPHOR FOR CRAVEN HOPE,
CHILLED, THO' WRAPPED IN THE BLANKET OF MY BODY.
NO LONGER LONGING FOR THE MAGIC KISS THAT WARMED, STIRRED, AND INSPIRED.
A DRIVEN TREPIDATION PRODS AND HURTS ME AS I WRITE OF THIS DESIRE
DYING IN MY GUT. OH! WHAT WILL I DO?
IN MY MINDS EYE, I CARESS IT MOURNFULLY, SAYING GOODBYE.