NaPoWriMo # 39

Cover - A Tribute

We got there late. Me to your dream

and you to my best hour, merman hidden

in the cornfields of my body.  Later

we lost sight of each other amid the tumult

of adolescence. We broke up, widowed

before the marriage ever consummated.

Fifteen years later we saw each other,

me the bard, you the juris doctor.

An avalanche of love made me call you

the next day. What superhuman beast

(perhaps accumulated courage) possessed

my body, what lie? What did I say my Troy,

my Caesar, my taurine lover, that made you

look my way. I can’t remember, 
but out of the sea inside my chest, 
my abyss, primitive animals emerged 
singing: purple rain, purple rain…