From when

[Brian Roberts]

From when I was in love - 
one long lost
murky summer
I remember the pearls,
the bling, the crash, the kindling -
then dwindling 
flame of love. O time,
great falsifier, who brings all things to dust,
even black Cleopatra, 
arch eyed in her rage
and Troilus on the walls of Troy -
you bleed words out of me
like dirt from clothes,
against a life gathering layers of fat for the winter.

Genuinely superb...this level of poetry invites compulsive readings. Well done.