"KINESTHESIA"

And so I embark on yet another month,
A month of sadness of bewilderment,
As the acquiesce once our bodies and lips bind,
Complying so often with the beat of our hearts, 

It is all but too difficult to acknowledge,
Such a loss,
A loss of love now embittered with pain,
Enjoined by sorrow of love we had,   

How I’ve deteriorated in your craving,
How my sensibilities have yearned for you,
I love you still with all my kinesthesia,
It seems my love no longer gives you amenity, 

Yet love I have for you now brings me torment,
Your love was nothing but a blistering forest and,
No precipitation,
As the leaves are bequeathed to the ground,
Never to bare growth or the strength of the husk,

It is for that comparison I feel as the ashes on ground,
Never to be loved again or find the love we had,
I am now like a bird with a broken wing,
Like that of a king with no subjects, 

I now have numerous Handicaps,
Since your heart has congealed from me,
I had a passionate love for you,
And you have left me alone with my KINESTHESIA”