Each of you have tasted
some sweet, dark corner
of the inside of my heart.
My career in love began late
but gained strange momentum
courtesy of you, and you, and you.
You have seen beauty in me
while I chose to maintain an affinity
for culture and memory.
Some of you have only visited
once, by your choice or by mine,
or by the great Lady Circumstance's.
Others carefully combine the ebb
and the flow of our chemistry,
transient yet repetitive visitors.
A select few, seemingly trapped,
covered in love and charm,
discount life's impermanence with me.
Lessons have been dealt out,
anger and happiness juggled,
with intention and haphazard lusts.
Yet these lovers, all together,
are strewn like strange crumbs on a blanket
and twinkle in my memory's sky.
Heartbreak can last eons, a fall-out,
and euphoria only moments, but we agree
that hesitation is for the afterlife.