My Former Lovers

My former lovers

I don't remember often,

Every one more beautiful than I.

I'm not certain

There will be another

Who ever can compare.

All recollection 

Merely feeling shorn of intensity,

An operatic aria

You haven't heard in years

By someone gone,

The memories of burning feelings

Faded into intellectual records - 

I know she kissed of fire,

Her voice was coolest vodka,

Her neck smelled of hyacinth -

Nights of thunder,

Jarring bones,

Then deepest loss

Now entries in your mental diary.

My, didn't we glide the surface,

Diving like newborn tadpoles

Soon to blow and bloom

And die,

The wild glowing present

Now the cold forsaken former,

The wandered past.

I'm not certain

There will be another.

- 3/4/25