Chagrin d'amour | Alex Bourdreaux
Drunken splendor,
the genesis of us,
blurring my senses into
a mosaic of electric desire
and softened resolve.
So tender we once were,
like the seductive scent of
wine on your breath,
the sensation of our
bodies becoming one.
Held captive in flesh
and mind, locked in a cell
of my own creation.
You are the guard,
yet I, your executioner.
Your entrancing gaze has undone
my mind. What once tasted sweet
on my tongue has spoiled,
leaving traces of you that
will possess me eternally.
This night in lights,
the frigid wind whips
around two souls
who loved so deeply
it killed them both.
The breeze traverses
the globe, carrying
your name to me,
reminding me of the
morning the blade dropped.
Alex Boudreaux is a writer and poet based in southeast Louisiana. He can be found writing depressing (and likely gay) poetry and fiction while trying to find the fine line between emotionally charged and just plain sad.