Not So Long Ago, at the Temple of Venus

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A poem about the unexpected difficulties that arise in relationships.

Submitted: March 09, 2013

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Submitted: March 09, 2013



Not So Long Ago, at the Temple of Venus


We used to dance under ceilings painted like night skies,

worshipping opuses of your star rising. Now I sit alone

watching faded white paint chips fall from the ceiling

waiting to hear a gaudy groan from another old pipe or

the soulful moan of an ancient rotting floorboard while

you pace the halls searching for all the lost versions of

yourself. Don’t think that you will find any here. They

have all been hidden away. I see the way these vestiges

burn in your hands. Now they’re in the walls collecting

dust and dead spiders. Telling them how you lived. All

bright love. You burned like sun-fire. I built temples to

house all you were worth then waited at their altars just

to hear you say my name; sounds like sweet sacramental


But though you have lost the power to answer my prayers,

take my sacrifice. I’ll wait however long it may take for

you to rise again.

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