Maya

Maya (*Hindu goddess of illusion) Essentially Quintessentially The matt-black fading of the tumescent heart. Just seven days before: A bed shared And pudenda Not ONLY that But Wholly Totally To all intents In all respects A tacit communism of bodies AND minds. And now That which had been effusive The ultimate in sentience, Embarrasses. The radiant bliss of my core The beautiful sublime of prurience Now no more than an obese, puffy, pot-bellied vacuity. Despite this; (the spurning, rejection, the valuelessness of the “us”) My feelings remain, unscathed. For life For those days Was Unparalleled So my feelings remain, Recondite.