The used

I miss the gasp that escapes our full lips
Proposals on staircases, exchanging of wits
Oh father, yes mum? I often do say, examples
Of outwitting, me again once this fine day?

I miss the introduction from Sophia, The Pistos
so Bold, how primal we are, so often we scold
Abandonment yes, we both had betrayed, our true selves
Knowing it haunts to this day.

I have travelled upon all, and met all parts of you
The body, like Christ, is partial to love too
So I say to our fathers up on the high
Mountains do crumble, and seas also run dry

A sanctum you offered, from the death of the youth
A abode I did offer, from the place of the used.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©