musing kennbivins

What is this prickly, cold to the touch
That rejects my beloved and protesteth too much?
The all that I am or was or would be
Is cast out with ashes by the buoy out to sea
Is it me that is crackling and barren to seed?
Or is it her that is starving, refusing to feed?
Reckless abandon towards horizons I ran
Now crippled and depleted, unable to stand.

Once proud of the cactus in deserts before
Who needed no one, alone forever he swore
Yet a flower so stray and soon this cactus would swell
To water said flower as the archives do tell
And flower soon flourished and vines she evoked
To embrace and caress then for no reason to choke
But the Sun was too much and the flower was effaced
And heartbroken cactus lived to water another day.

Some have walls while others have moats
Manned by alligators and cannonball boats
Mermaids and snowmen, if destined to court,
How would they thrive and how doth love twixt report?
Out of water she suffocates and freezes to peril
While of ice and of snow, he is as loving as feral
This never-ending heartbreak won’t relinquish or cease
Flower’s vines are constricting and won’t give release.

But… what is this melting? My ice loses mass
That my mermaid may swim in me and together at last.

kenn.