It has happened again
your memory has entered
my senses and has
reminded me of
my great pain
As I pretend to forget
photos of our nights
together in that
Montreal moon
appear right before
my eyes
Invoking the four winds
that dried my tears
as I finally let go
of loving you so
my dear
In vain slept
with lovers whom
in distant pasts
I would have never
allowed to touch
my aching skin
nor extinguishing
my burning desires
one by one
I have sent
packing to the
underworld of
penitent
lovers
while I would relinquish
any vanished memory
of when you'd made
and I'd fill my lips
with your elixir
To live is to
love you
but to love you
is to die every
Dawn
best to forget
now and forever
remain calm
why waste
the mana
that pours from
every inch of
my pores
you will never
ever be more...
