Master-piece

I was in love and incandescent, and
You’re a you-shaped hole in the wall
Like white wine so effervescent
But lacked in flavor as I recall

The tip of my tongue became blunt and numb
From lick-sealing letters, addressed: my love
Breathing hot breath rich with rum
High with haste and drunk thereof

I’m archaic
I’m filthy and calloused
And hard to all but the likes of you

You’re mosaic
Beautiful and balanced
But blind to my heights, of which you outgrew

I used to think that you
Were a pink shaded puzzle piece
Jagged-edged and worn, and perfect
That fit perfectly against me

Perhaps you may be, darling