The Call...

The Waning Tides of Love...

Like the ebb

and flow

of tides

to thirsty shores,

so surreal

were the ups and downs

of our love.

Then at yesterday’s

sunset,

the moon

forsook us.

With lost gravity,

the thirsty tides

of our love

waned away:

Lost at sea

to return no more.

The Call...

The Call…

Pain answered the call

you never returned;

Happiness took a dive—fell

into a junkyard of despair—leaving;

Left a broken heart behind

                         With

Streaming threads of tears through eyes

of rusty needles of grief

to mend itself—

And you have the audacity:

(to ask)

What’s love got to do with you and me!

To A Love Angler

You threw out a baited line

     and hooked

          my heart;

Reeling me in, you promised

     we would

          never part.

That was such a long, long

     time

          ago:

Today, I just meander the river of life

     and go

          with the flow.

Was it just for sport that you threw me back;

     or was it because of me

          being just too black?