Before you turn and finally part, <br />Unwind this tourniquet from... <br /> <br />Enough! You know the rhyme and how it ends: <br /> <br /> “...blah, blah, blah... from my heart” <br /> <br />Too much angst for me. I refuse the rejected lover's curtain call. <br /> <br />No more: “Your neck gave no early warning <br /> Of warm seduction in the morning.” <br /> <br />And some: “Your neck gave no early warning, <br /> That it needs shaving in the morning.” <br /> <br />This is cathartic. <br /> <br />You might have liked: “Your tresses, spread like Sif's woven gold, <br /> Are plated to my inner soul.” <br /> <br />But now: “Your tresses spread like Sif's woven gold <br /> Will thin and grey as you grow old.” <br /> <br />Ouch! But I'm feeling better. <br /> <br />I could have written: “Your nose bridges eyes and lips <br /> That shame bright flowering May cowslips.” <br /> <br />Instead: “That nose that bridges eyes and lips <br /> With time and gravity will droop and drip.” <br /> <br />Are you getting my inner self yet? <br /> <br />You will miss: “Legs that lead to heaven's gate, <br /> Held promise if I deigned to wait.” <br /> <br />I won't miss with: “Those legs that lead to heaven's gate <br /> Now hinged for all below the waist.” <br /> <br />Funny, isn't it, how one's outlook changes. <br /> <br />Oh! Your eyes and teeth. <br /> <br /> “Your eyes are black holes stealing light, <br /> Your teeth will yellow like stars at night.” <br /> <br />Do I feel any better now?<br /><br />Francie Lynch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-eyes-stealing-light/
