Arlene Corwin Poetry

                Aridity

Where did you go in your flight from my side?

Cosmo, alight from your sphere

And at least visit near.

I was cocky when I was your bride –

Now I’ve no questions –

Not really, not really;

No yearning, not really,

No memory, really –

Just fading, returning impressions.

Peculiarly garbed:

In pursuit sans ambition, a wire un-barbed;

The dress of a votive

With guileless motive.

Your short embrace turning the sought to besoughter

Has left me, and left me

Three flowers to water:

Devotion;

There’s not more than you one should ever desire,

Not a thing more than you left to acquire.

Acceptance:

Since nothing excels you,

Then all things are less.

Thus, nothing repels me

Not luring by dress.

Humility:

Oh, this is hardest,

Since nothing is mine;

To supple myself

Till your self pours like wine.

Where did you go in your flight from my side?

Cosmo, alight and re-enter you bride.

©Aridity 63.10.15

Love Relationships; To The Child Mystic;

Arlene Corwin