delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

reversion
oozes,
viscous....
meandering sensuouslessly
...

It has become necessary....
It is wrong.....
....but it is so right....
.........it needs to be done.
...

circular complexity
bites its own tail,
holds it in a firm-toothed grip...
this madness holds no allure...
...

when a person turns completely around....
(a last look, given and taken)
to say goodbye
in a slow perfect circle of measured steps...
...

it is with joy I learn of her peace,
of her blossoming in safety... her homecoming and shelter, her freedom....
to know her evolving dance of the mind found ways to unite in a dance of the spirit, more circular than circuitous......
she kept the name that suited and nurtured those attributes she sought to flourish.....a gift he unknowingly gave her.....
...

... twistfully, gristlessly
non-compost-meantistly.......
without intensity,
subtlety, sensity...
...

expecting the end to be any more...
or less
comfortable/causing consternation/
absurdly flavored and textured
...

when we met he looked like Tolstoy
now resembles an aging Marine
they say one reverts
and convergences spurts
...