Tales of a Girl (Apparition Blues)
Tales of girl
Actually she is more an apparition
I peruse her pulse and study the synapses
spelunk a cave in her subconscious
we sat on that autumn bench unguarded
but in her mind, we are no longer there
now it is
reductionist decrees and the oft cast aspersions
the princess has spoken
with no hint of weakness
just
revisionist eyes to reveal my vilification
Her edification assures no weakness
no damage done, nor fissures to repair
a reeducation for her momentarily exposed heart
a reinsulation of a momentary journey to emotion
a grave for that bench and a gulag for the heart