coupling does not ensure a soul mate
by the semblance of giving one
and leaves one doubly desolate
for having been duped for so long.
I dreamt of a kindred spirit
to be fused in a dance
to the stars and to knit
our limbs in embrace
of joy and discover the contours of our bodies
to map our desires and chart our caprice
to voyage in a vessel of our love
and fuelled by our passion
for books, music and learning.
I did not foresee that we would flounder
and get lost in the labyrinth of meaning
that we could not be sustained
by a plain diet of mutual understanding
the fresh innocence that we brought on board.
We were timorous in our exploration
of our sensual and sensuous selves
not knowing how to plumb and exploit the depths.
I was ignorant and knew not what to search-
there was no virtue in such ignorance
nor the dependence I had on his navigation
Now I have no such excuse
to continue in this claustrophobic existence.
My eyes are still fixed on a dance to the stars
but my trip will be solo
to be celibate and celebrate
the compass that is my soul
to veer towards my God, my Constellation
but I could not abandon my hapless mate
stranded by my faithlessness
on my course to a different destiny
so we are still drifting
abiding time when the wind will change
awaiting to sight the other shore