a Love Triangle

Another personal one. Caught in a love triangle with my girlfriend and the infatuation of another sophisticated woman.

Sweet, sweet Maintenance
a single taste of pure desire, that rots
the edges of my mind and turns me against
my poisonous generation of masked figures.

And I try
try to understand the transaction of that
between her and I
that brings a crease to my soul
turns me into a troll.

Yet it is the Maintenance, that
rules my all
pulls me up until I see
the dawn is broadening
and chasing away the dusk that haunts and shades
my capability

It is time to free the ashes, until beggar winds
absorb every particle
Take her from me, for I have found Maintenance.

Reviews

[jennifer little]

great poem