Not About You

Sometimes a poem
Is just a poem
It is not
About you
It is a verbal tapestry
Spun with words
Images
Dancing rhythmically
On a page
Phrases
Snatched
From a picture postcard
Sent from eternity
A poem
Is just a poem
A reflection
In a shattered mirror
Shards of broken glass
Scattered on a floor
A mosaic
Of what could have beens
Lost yesterdays
Tomorrows waiting
To occur
A torrid tale
Of a beautiful woman
Lies
That many mistake
As True Love
Her eyes that engulf
Captivate
Drown suitors
In a shallow pool
That runs deep
As you are carried
With the current
Of her orgasmic moans
Sighs
Profanity
Overcome by an illusion
A dream within a dream
Red devils dancing
Within shadows
On the wall
Illuminated by flickering
Candle light
A poem can be everything
But it is not
About you
A poem may cry
To the heavens
Mascara tears
Flowing to the ocean
Streaming down a cheek
Lamenting the loss
Of a passionate lover
A poem
Is seeing her
Enchanting face
In the eerie glow
Of the full moon
Blue white
It may be a recurring theme
A torrid tryst
Rose petals scattered
On the bed
In a sequestered room
On a steamy
Hot summer night
Sensuality
Pleasure
Pain
Bodies twisting
Looking away
Doing an erotic tango
Within rumpled sheets
A symphony of Sin
Making love
In a field of flowers
On a cool Spring day
Lips passing exotic fruits
With each kiss
Sticky sweet
A poem is anguish
Despair
As a castle crumbles
Into the sea
Meant to last forever
Monuments of stone
Covered by shifting sands
Being haunted
With goodbye
Finality
Seductive memories
That will not fade
Visions of her
Disappearing like a ghost
Whispering remember
In your ear
As she passes
Invisible
Into the ether
But continues living
Amongst markers and weeds
In the graveyard
Of your mind
Lingering
In your heart
Within a poem
Holding her
In your arms
Shivering
In the pouring rain
As you kiss
Her full pouting
Cherry red lips
One last time
Before she leaves
Embracing
For what seems
Like eternity
A poem can be anything
Nothing
Meaningless
It is simply a poem
An illusion
Phantom
In the rear view mirror
That will not go away
It is just a poem
Nothing more
A playground for fools
Dreamers
Lovers
Who chase rainbow colored
Butterflies
Into the heavens
Then fall
From the sky
It is not
About you.