First Four Cycles of Love,The Parting

[rindremanonmars]

First Four Cycles Of Love

I

It was soon after the harvest
The lackadaisical moon
Would soon wax strong
For
Four sleeping cycles
Would lead to
Calamitous
A tumultuous
Love affair
Too flirtatious a romance

II

I would embrace her
Impetuously
Breath –in deeply
The scented cloves
And turn around to
And find
Those fiery lips
Had four
For cycles
Laid upon another


The Parting

Hands gripped
Arm to arm
arm to Arm
To elbow
Teary eyed
They cried
The /
Their last goodbyes.