Ouroboros

Do you remember lying together after we first kissed?

You pulled me close and I felt your breath on my skin

You wrapped your arms around me

And I felt like I was being pulled in

Within the confines of your soul

Your head on my chest

Your fingers in my hair

The memory of your lips

I became trapped by your tender affection

My mind lost to your touch

And then morning came

The sun broke through the shades

I watched your chest rise and fall

In a rhythm of peace

I felt euphoric and pure

Your eyes opened

My heart leapt

I was open to receive

And your words shattered all

My walls fell down around me

You had broken through

Only to supply disenchantment

The night's judgement flawed

Broken by the clarity of day

My heart wilted

Having grown premature

It shuddered in the truth of despair

The anguish of reality

Misguided desires slipping through my grasp

The notion of hope seized by my exceeding ambition

The correlation of connection not amounting to causality of success

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Your title attracted my eye. “Ouroboros”-alchemy...creation to destruction..the snake that eats its own tail.. The verses are an eloquent fulfillment of the title. Great style-Lover questioning lover about the sad, or natural ending to a sensual interlude. The end of a love story. Visceral imagery and metaphor. The last line is dramatic and final. Kudos.

[AMetaphoricalSoul]

Thank you. That is exactly what I was going for.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are very welcome stanism.:))