We Meet Again

We Meet Again

I know

nothing more nothing less

than what you left me yesterday

your aged book of wisdom ends with time

infinites ahead

we meet

again by the old

baroque palace with a sumptuous library

filled with mating calls of peacocks fleeting from

the garden

where I

used to lay books

on the fresh grass of Junes

and longed for you feigning aptness for differentials

even humor

but you

instead of bathing me

with your luscious shadow and kisses

insisted on tasting the bitterness of raw jealousy

swords woman

fierce words

were not you lexically

your heart a red carnation consuming

sunrays to power dialectics into a statement of

beans soup

behind me

all over my head

her steps getting closer... we meet

again by the old baroque palace. this time

for real

© 2014, JC