My heart twists in your heartbreak.
I know the pain behind your eyes
I hear it in your written voice,
I read beauty in your words of art
which be-lie the underlying hurt.
I feel your pain,
I feel a hurting soul, a torn heart,
wounded spirit.

Compassion for you floods my gates
of caring chambers. I watch the
operation life is having on you,
the hurt of amputation cuts deep
in you, the blood of extraction leaving
your love like a tulip in sand,
dehydrated, famished, faltering to stand.

Cupped petals hold memories
of sweet wine and strawberries
dipped and fed by a lover’s hand.
Shimmering auburn lights in long
wind-blown hair, soft white fabric
clinging to shapely thigh, eyes like
the green-blue shadowed ocean,
slender fingers with gentle lover’s
touch like the brushing tickle of sheer
curtains billowed in summer breeze.

Amongst the petals, affectionate
memories as the frown and
smile of old man mountain standing
sentry over the bay where was shared
intimate hand in hand walks.
From his surround, captured sightings of
geese which come to visit before again
taking to the sky in arrowhead
formation at the change of season.

If only Cupid’s bow could sharpen
and renew the passion of wearied love.
To again fill it with warm comfortable
intimate caring, instead of dying like a
balloon deflated, its walls too weak
to be filled.
The arrow unchanged,
sadly the target too used is cast aside
for the new.

The tulip droops wilted….and
I feel your pain.

10/24/2001

Posted on 10/24/2001
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