Alighieri's Allegory

The day that cured me

was unremarkable;

abstract and sedentary.

I pressed my ear

to your lips

and I swear I heard the wind

cold and sad

whispering fragmented

and fractured

tales of loneliness.

I pressed my ear

to your chest

and I could've sworn I heard the ocean

violently pulsing

and thrashing me

back to shore.

And I’m sad like the wind;

“not today”

isn't the snow

that binds me here.

Cliché

Hackneyed

Egregious

Alone

Trite

are my only names.

All my best thoughts

are floating

above me

and out of reach

with ghosts

I don’t yet have

the courage to meet.

Your atlas

is crooked

and misaligned;

I jizz on your dewy meadow

and today’s forecast

calls for isolated suffocation

with a certainty of overcast

above an open and desolate field.

It was then

that she approached me

and said how handsomely dapper

I was.

But my soul is fractured - 
like the wind -

I replied.

I broke her

with a patented distraction
and quickly crept away.