Mary Rowena - Monogamy

It’s not Christmas yet, cooed the doves in a drift <br />Look to the market square and you’ll find a gift <br /> <br />When the gift pulls you back in a shaded lane <br />Explore the rewired, explore the insane <br /> <br />Our reflection was blurred in ripples of trails <br />Now where are the swans that created these tales? <br /> <br />I guess they’re away in some out of sun place <br />Then this thought takes me back to our first embrace <br /> <br />Drunk as you are you think you can howl <br />And we look up like wolves at the moon’s scowl <br /> <br />Suddenly the wind tastes like New Year’s Eve <br />So should I celebrate? Should I not leave? <br /> <br />I pick at my food and you pick at my hair <br />Like Gibbons at dinner in tropical air <br /> <br />Thinking then drinking and sinking in thought <br />It’s not fair to judge you from when I fell short <br /> <br />In the flowers disturbing the termites below <br />We snap and we chase then we laugh and I glow <br /> <br />Drawing ridged lines reflected into two <br />Trembling myself, dripping down the sight of you <br /> <br />Bald eagles soar round the edge of the coast <br />Never on holiday have I felt such a ghost <br /> <br />Paradise is short of one person you say <br />Now I need some control to fast-forward, press play <br /> <br />I could show you the sky till you fell asleep <br />Then you me the angelfish where we swam deep <br /> <br />I see that now all my thoughts of doubt have past <br />My idea is this disposition will last <br /> <br />Even when the black vultures fill all the sky <br />Will it only be you that I’ve called “my guy”<br /><br />Mary Rowena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monogamy-5/