Love Poem: nonetheless -

nonetheless -

I sigh …
pushing warm, wordless weight
onto the twilight mist
where its folly hangs like old sackcloth
the silver-doubloon moon dripping
it’s wan wonder to daub
breath and bones alike with
rusted romance -
a languid lie that loves to tease -
that lives to clutch my
heart in its chill digits and wring
each memory from my gut
cackling all the while
at the dreamy stain left behind -
the trail of crumbs and lost loves that
fools as I devour in the
ignorance of age …
the barren bones that lesser creatures
pass by in apathy
and greater creatures choke on …

I am boundless in my longing
this breeze of brine boils my marrow
beads of moonlight spatter
wave-tops as if alive -
as if each silver burst was a
note of child laughter
skipping away to find a tympan, sweet
or a moony firefly of singular purpose
now there - now gone …
each, lives the life of an instant
yet is a glorious bloom
of magic and timeless grace
that reaches its
tendrils deep into my essence …

that, with this salty air and
cool sand and rhythmic washing
of the shore
speaks to me in a
voice as clear as the gods themselves
a voice that calls to the
most visceral reaches of my spirit
a tender voice of hope and life
and dreams and AWE …
a voice of dazzling wonderment
and tragic sorrow
a voice that trembles my bones
and stirs my heart with a
yearning and thirst, unquenchable
a voice … of deceit …

It sings to me yet -
beyond all sense and caring and
prudence and time proven
that you were the ONE …
it’s a voice that I
wish beyond all imaginings 
I would never hear again
but that nonetheless continues on
and finds me inexorably
bound to this place
to that devil moon
to this limitless sea
and …
to YOU.