Emo Poetry Slam: "Fall"

He, an open enigma of fine demeanor,
filled tires times with luminescence.
He righted a crooked moon,
and threw stars skyward in my name.

Make me a woman, I pleaded.
Take me as your own and smile at my side.
He did smile, as innocence amuses the jaded,
and he kissed with great influence.

Together we were brief and inconsequential.
Apart, my life was ruled by his absence for a time.
Resolve crumbled as stale bread for birds,
and tears flowed as wedding day champagne.

Today I remain as an incomplete puzzle
that misses a long-absent corner piece.
Still, most of the picture can yet be seen,
and now I too kiss with great influence.
October 23, 1995

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