Wastrel
Did you see the way
My golden shoulder curved
Softly forward like a prayer
As I wrapped myself into you?

Did you notice
My fumbly fingers fold
Around your collarbone
Like the delicate digits of a dancer?

Three times I have loved
And three times I have treated
My lovers like shopping bags:
Discarded like the paltry remnants
Of a forgotten grocery trip.

Did you notice the way
My neck twisted endlessly
At all the "I love yous"
And every "sweetheart?"

Did you see the way
My hand turned inside itself
Like the dandelions in our yard
At every devoted brush of knuckle?

Three times I have loved
And three times I have treated
My lovers like shopping bags:
Discarded like the paltry remnants
Of a forgotten grocery trip.

But you saw the way
My eyelids crumpled,
Mirroring your beautiful face,
As I closed the window
One final time
On the sunrise of our love

Je ne peux t'aimer plus
Je ne peux t'aimer plus
Pour moi-même seulement
Je ne peux t'aimer plus

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