Poems · writing

“I wish there was a treaty we could sign”

I set a lovely table, I offered you my finest wine, 
But you had another appointment,
And you let the cup run dry.

You could have stayed with me, my dear,
And I could have called you mine.
But you chose to answer another desire,
And you let the cup run dry.

You said you wanted me, my dear,
And I wanted to call you mine.
But you chose another, lesser lover,
And you let the cup run dry.

You said you wanted to swim forever
In my warm and languid seas.
You could have washed ashore and lingered
And tangled yourself in me.

You could have held my books and learned my rites
But now I set you free
Because you said you were my lover,
But you walked far away from me.

You began so strong, you chased me for the longest time,
You bounded from rock to rock, stroked the harp and
I was acacia and I was cypress, I was milk and honey on your lips,
I was that verse that all poets dream of -
You said you were a supplicant, laid bare before my flame-

You said that I was the star-scattered night-
The moon's lantern hung on high-
But now you want another lover, so you've let the cup run dry.

Entry title quoted from Leonard Cohen’s “Treaty” – just because it was going through my head. This draft, however, doesn’t have a title yet.

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