It has been one

and since the inauguration
of that one, I have filled
my wretched, staunch-poetic guts
with you.

I have written you sonnets, odes,
cantatas;

I have sung you birds, arias,
and soldierpart marches

but I regress
from this folly

and to mark the beginning
of my amber moratorium
this shall be the first poem
I do not write about you.