Gleefully you dip your contempt
into the open wounds
of a lover’s declaration.
In your response
you weave an elliptic speech
as a subtle construct of an alibi,
pre-empting the futile quest.
Your vision turns into blind hindsight
when in the fragments of speech
you will easily identify
the missing nodal points.
Futile, you preconceive his longing
And listen with disdain to the lover’s plea.
Harken to the plea and declaration,
perceive its strength
when his heart continues to beat
despite its brutal exposure.
Remember this lover’s truth
to cushion your crash
from your waxed flight
toward the moonlight serenade.
It will be there
waiting
unconditionally…