Fool for You

This April,
you told me
love sees all:

 east is west,
lightning strikes twice,
time doesn’t count.

 Rome can be built anyday,
you added.
There’s only one fish

 in this ocean,
your new eyes said.
By morning,

 I was hooked,
convinced that
all that glitters is gold,

 we should put
our eggs in one basket,
look after we leap.

We did,
forgetting that space
has no limits.

 

Prometheus

The gods don’t give much,

just dreams and heartache.

But here, for once,

was something we could trust:

a torch, passed on by generations,

consuming and preserving.

Watching time burn,

I think of your sacrifice:

deprived of warmth and laughter,

far from the sun you loved.

End Game

Planes on the tarmac spread 

like crosses on a chart.


Watching you go,

 

I sip my fate, and taste

the sourness of the grape:

one final glance,

arms raised

in crucifixion.