K.N. Lopez- Options Weighed

You are my loose ray of moonshine.
Even if you deny me, you still belong to me
I am your first. And you are mine.
Every touch- every glare- every sigh:
Can love ever be healthy?

You wilt under the pressure of unconditional
When all that you’ve ever known has been transactional.
And so you leave.
No note, leaving
Faint reminders:
Fading ticket stubs,
Dried out tea bags,
The wobbly doorknob,
All untouched and forgotten.

Like a sickening lullaby,
The quiet echoes of whispers and promises
Are cut off by a vivid image of you:
Red, puffy eyes glistening with tears of hurt
Mouth listing all the good I’ve given up on
Face simply radiant with anger

Desperately,
I reach out towards you-
But can’t even reach your shadow, as it thins away into the night

I retract strained arms
Casually pretending that I haven’t spent all night dreaming of
The day when I’ll finally catch that waning, taunting shadow.

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Forgetfulness – translated by The Earl of Longford

If now you hate me as you say,
Can you forget so soon
How you and I, the world away,
Once lay and watched the moon?

Can you forget the day when cool
Seemed to our love the sun,
The day that we-? But I’m a fool,
Besides, that day is done.

Can you forget you stroked my hair?
Moist palm upon my brow,
Red mouth, soft breast-. You do not care.
All that’s forgotten now.

Have you forgotten too, my flower,
How often you would tell
How God ne’er made until that hour
A man you loved so well?

Can you forget your love for me,
Whom now you do detest?
But that’s all one, those times are gone.
No doubt ‘tis for the best.

If each could learn as well as I
To profit by my pain,
There’s ne’er a man beneath the sky
Would ever love again.

Sylvia Plath- Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)