Pen Pal Of Passionate Poison Poem by Susan Lacovara

To think you may have penned
What Cyrano was saying, all along
In your ear, without thoughts
Your own...
Filling my ears and head with answered riddles
Borrowing lines of legendary loveletters
Stealing sonnets of Shakespearean sweetness
Signing your name to the tablet of my heart

Leading me to the River Styx
Dipping me down
My Achilles heel exposed
To think your quiver full of Cupid's arrows
I, falling bravely, Athena's disciple
To the lure, the dangerous siren's serenade
Pandora should have warned me well...
And Aphrodite should have pulled me away from you

To think you painted portraits like Monet
Pretty, oh so pretty
And I was placing my bid on a forever
That sadly stalled before it started
The colors so perfectly blended
Melted in the onset of a sad summer's goodbye

Your mouth played me like a hot saxophone riff
Smooth jazz begging for a dance
In a darkened smoke filled room
Where men like their ladies laced in slipdresses
You slipped away, like the last note of a tune
A trumpeted farewell

To think you knew every thing about me
And maybe nothing at all
Your gloved velvet hand stroked my secret needs
My steamy desires eclipsed by your own
Yet, you own me still....
Or atleast the biggest part of me
To think you filled me up
To the point of empty