Left Luggage

 Conscience is the guard of indiscretions    
 the bits of life we discard from previous obsessions  
   
the ghost of haunting relationships  
the whistle blows for a platform kiss  
   
the soot's of mascara as she cries  
a portmanteau of lost hopes and goodbyes  
   
left to sit on a dusty rack  
the lies of life that halt the express Armtrac  
   
my love still zings like powered rail  
that reads between the lines of fairy tales  
   
but the baggage that we carry    
left for chances or say I'm  sorry  
   
can it just be left unclaimed  
that bag of pain and chains ingrained  
   
sepia memories closed case by case  
menage du trois is my disgrace  
 
 a trio with unequal sides
was greed and need that undermines
 
to alternate in pairs a compound of deceit
silken bed bonds sheer relief
 
degrees of derivation barb wire cage
orgies of sperm that never dried
 
regard the cement for true mistresses
was that ever high upon my list
 
remove a side a parallel is left
whipped by the pair a stick that's cleft
 
of Deja vu of what you missed
reclaimed  left luggage best left in the past