OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 115: "Loves Few!"

 1Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 115: "Loves Few."

I CAUGHT YOUR DESPAIR in my racket, I sighed SUBMISSION and/but my design, would leave it up to U? Who could WIN? Who could lose? Loves few?

I caught your Insanity through that TELESCOPE of my OWN imperfect credentials, an Outsider, never to  know the intrinsic-diabolical chemistry, a relationship; boy meets girl: Me & U? Loves few? Who knew?

I caught your FLAW in my umbilical. I caught U when U BLINKED! I saw our/mis-matched Loves trust that feigns a MUST of all the things upon which our Love is made?

 I caught the frailty of Helene of Troy and gladly, my impregnable walls of TROY, no-longer mine. I stared into the emptiness of a loveless labyrinth.

I caught your despair, your exhaustion, your inner "coupe de gras", that grande illusion that all men wear like Chevalier cloaks that kill the "belle du jour", "le grande amore"; the killing of the thing they love, the Lady Elsinore? I grasped the NIGHT within our day. No happy gal or dude will sing of such a road, a path, whosoever walked this way?

I caught your despair in my racket, I gave vent to submission and/but my design, who could lose?....Loves few.

c.davedelacroix, feb, 2022, corozal, belize.