Where held upon the winding road those wend,
(all through each bend bent crookedly incensed)
who bursting sorrows flame and ashing end,
alone again, alone again entrenched.
'Where for art thou, Romeo ... Juliet?'
Eclipses more than the acquirement
of what love - true sick twisted love - can get
for what is 'meant to be' ... was never meant.
To want - strive - trumps defeated satisfied:
to be devouring and devoured
or to self-consume - combust - sigh and sigh.
The unrequited alone - stemmed flowers -
send out unto the world - by way of bee -
creations creating creatively.
