Old Poet Hearts

We're old friends now
living under
the same conservatory of stars
violins of adagio sky,
avalanches of impaling darkness,

herons of moonlight
silently pass by

I imagine you'll most likely
never know it
for you have forgotten me
in all the prophecies
of words
when I danced like Salome
with the last red veil
that came between
us,
and now
we have gone our separate ways,
paths that define us
paths that refine us
you married again
I fell in love twice
with the Poet of my Heart
when love slid down
between my breasts
and thighs
like silk and ambrosia

... another face is just
another map
in a reckless time
 beneath
the transcendental song
 and iris sea
the Poet rises

like a wandering monk

he writes poetry across a golden pond
he doctors my soul..