BT

as though i had had a labotomy

any lover that i'd once manically adored

with flesh and conscience

became inconsequential

and no more

a sly trick of my boundless imaginings

as ever real.

up to the point where my self

was compelled to share

with your self,

its self...

love was but a fiction

of the biblical variety

unto you my very dearest

i bestow the well-deserved

honour

of the new testament

of my now blessed life.