Strategic Goodbyes
Here where we both
Lay
Overcome and empty
Spent as cartridge shells
And discarded
Upon a deserted beach
Somewhere
Where even gulls are silent
And
Where only wind now
Scythes these sun-bleached
Shoreline grasses
Those
That once served as a
Shield from prying eyes
And glances
Here where strategic lies
Were told
And you did overcome
Your
Desperate fear of dying
That though
Was long ago when lives
Were cheap as chips
And scarcer
Than your kisses ever were
Today
I remember cold lips
Pressed hard
Against eye lids and cheeks
Surely now
There can be no turning back
Toward
That once special place
Nor yearning
For that would make a mockery
Of every one of our previous goodbyes ..