prompt: write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e. “Dear Poem,”)
queen aya sits alone, surrounded by her historical poems in the obsidian creation archives.
…
everyone says i loved her
a possibility shifting love
that because of her
i created paired space travel
sending lovers to new worlds
‘let sacred connection create the window for life to enter’
and ours the most vibrant
and ours made obsidian home
and i feel nothing
poems, tell me of my love
how i could feel her
even when she slipped into the dark
how is that possible?
i recognize my cadence
but the passion is a stranger
why would i choose to forget
this naked ease i sang of
what happened to us here
floating on this sweet rock
that i turned away?
that i chose this loneliness?