Suddenly

When you were leaving

I should have labored you to stay.

But since your retreat

I have come to accept that your

feelings would always be elusive.

Suddenly you return 

your young breast always aiming heavenward

my Joan of Ark after her crusade

a soldier of fate

and I your conquest in love’s lonesome captivity.

Suddenly you resurrect things the months buried…

this loving you without reason or hope…

every moment since February

despaired by the death of  the great dream.

Nailed to this rock

old demons beckoned from dark places

every face was your face,

Port of Spain was painted with your perfume,

populated with other lovers

and I was the happy madman.

Above the hills over Belmont

I noticed a distant light beyond those darkened clouds

They are the only things that have ever been constant.

But if my solitary being was not in defiance of your sultry beauty