Red Ribbon Falling

I have attended several funerals

At the altar of love and desire

Sometimes shocked

By the method of arrival

An end takes

Sometimes

I am haunted

By the ghost of who I had been

Before loving

Before wanting

There can be an instinct

To jump to the past

Where you had never learned

The sweetness of coming close

In the transformation of want

Into love

A soft spell

Until it breaks

Falling like a shinny

Red ribbon

Teased at the ends