In Exit

[Catamite]

If I could love all those moments of love again
Yet remove from them your presence for someone else
All without disparaging their full beauty, I would:
I wish not to mutilate these memories, only to fix them
To the present season, so that when in reminescence
I will not falter at your image, which taints those memories
Because of what followed them.
I remember well the sleep that brought us to precipice:
When we had lain content with ourselves and our consecration,
Waking from that artficial death to look upon you and
Know that like some victory march ended, our coupling
Had ended: I could only declare my love with
Ever weaker conviction;
It seemed a great tide paused in agony had in fury collapsed
Taking in its exit all our monuments.

[Delta40]

Interesting poem Catamite. Regretful as if what followed outweighed those sweet memories. Nice wish. Nice description.

[Buh4Bee]

This is brutal, but there is much legitimate weight to the feelings. Best wishes.