Nigh three years now with NOT

Do you hear the thrashing throws of a lover's death

The dying embers of desire

The extinguished flame of hope

the knotted gnarls of the gut

The watchful eyes in the shadows

Stilled from the written word

Grimacing in the dark.

'Tis us in all our shape and twisted form

Breathing in and out and no longer fanning the fire

of our love of long ago.

Be gone, good riddance, take unto some other fools

Who will twist against the knife.

Cut the knot, the umbilical cord lies cold

And let the monster be born

Without us, as we dance around

the crackling sparks

A chill wind will blow, and who will know when the

romance begins again. But it will.

vermillion in melodramatic form