The pages of his life

she
now
regrets
turning them
the pages of his life
were too tenuous to handle

Her resistance

all
her
rebuffs
turn me on
I can not fight the
allurement of her resistance

marching through the elements of
time, we have drifted
far apart
can’t see
you
now

one
blow
after
another
what do you reckon
that my heart is unbreakable

one
can
forgive
some mistakes
other transgressions
are damn near unpardonable

they
say
love can
conquer all
but these differences
between us are unbridgeable

I
miss
the place
where silence
had a voice – no one
here listens to my entreaties

on
my
green heart
she has etched
masterful scribblings
can she read what she has written

mediocre manicotti
then I realized
problem was
in fact
my
mood

the
nail
polish
nightmares – when
she managed to choose
the color, she noticed the chip

unraveling steel threads may be
much easier than
untangling
strands of
her
hair