Bullwhips

I was a troubled lover then
and unable to put up the dam
for a different river
and let the valley to grow.
Still cuts me up,
satin and waning
But you did bring me closer to something
that I didn’t know and you did fill me with the urge to go on.
But now that I don’t need you, can I rest?
But now that you don’t me, can I rest?
I am a troubled lover still,
wreaths mystery and its warnings still hang on the threshold,
guiding me always. T
horns in the haunch, pale embers of yesterday’s fires.