Last Love

Last Love

Your shining brow, my love, says more than speech
My dull response predicts our final breach
We who were one
Becoming none

Your preening, cooing master
Molds and melds superb disasters
Asks you serve, perform your duty
Naked and frozen, surrounded by beauty
While you and I, surpassed by farce
At night watch truth escape by hearse

My skin feels the ice in your eyes
Allure flakes off, falls down, dies
A romantic life too rich to run
For this old bastard and your militant nun

I hear you
I crave you
I pander
I fall

I won’t
I can’t
Nothing at all