Tag: contrapuntal poetry

I will not beg to differ
- for this kind of love is 
not a choice 
 or feast of some Abigail 
 prudent as a dove-grey queen

Regaled in that red dress
nagging rag to a rampant bull 
as a priori consent
to tread  the arena
like a minotaur, full tilt

In finality of twilight
the pact solidified
 versions of connubial 
underpinning conquest
and so the chalice broke 

Then why not make an offer
your heart on a plate
not a severed head
predicating ways out of the web
hesitant on the threshold

Right across the room, I'd waved
that first gesture misconstrued
as permit for the rabbit hole
dusted, dazed, to slip
without regard for tenderness

Beneath tenebrous trees, you understood
in whispers, tendering
plans to count up many moons
leaving fate to fathom in the stars
with tribute paid to Venus