Unfortunate Timing

Immediate release

Of those chemicals,

From one love

Unto another

A Freudian slip

Of the pain

From the paternal demise

Of the estranged

Momentary goodbyes

Of an eternal love;

From him-

To you, unfairly

Wound of soul, mine, you will take,

From tarnished dreams

Of the man whose own wounds did create

With good intention.

At the stroke of love, my instant gaze,

Of lust, life, longing: a dote's true passion and

From the vaccuum birthed by god of infancy,

On you, now forever dwells

An eternal leech, your soul endures

From the way I crave you; you,

Of his beard, his complexion; rasp, inflection.

To me, you must do

Cradling and feeding

From you, I need not;

Of the life he did bare, left bear,

For those, he was there

I see you now, and now, forever.

From the good yours gave you,

Of the slack left by mine,

Time stops here; here, we are time

Spy me, you cannot,

From the heights of your porch, but

Of course, I spy you

Through my scope of desire

My gaze, it grips you,

From the strength

Of what I lack.

To you, it belongs

Shameful timing,

From his death to my glance

Of paternal romance,

From which this love dawns

Not known yet to you,

From trauma bestowed

Of the birth man, grief object,

To you, now transfers

Yours now is the duty,

From the narrative

Of my creating,

Until from the dead he rises, to-

Worship me