My Woman

Jilting aphorisms. Yearning abstractions.
Such is my woman.
Jubilant absolution. Yielding ardour.
Such is my woman.

Poise stumbles, beauty fades
In the light of her shadow.

Jade. Ash. Yew. Aquamarine.
Less than nothing
More than everything
Is what she was meant to be.

Goodbye

We will meet on both sides of the bridge. 
We will fly from broken branches of fallen trees. 
We will lie on clotted sand as the deep recedes. 
And we will wonder what it meant- 
Goodbye.