Tuesday Poem by Joy Mamudu

For Bearded Men

There is a thin gossamer thread
of neglect that separates love
from fading memories.
The camel has passed
through the eye of the needle .
Your promises,
once fattened & turgid
lie deflated in the annals of time.
At once fertile and impotent
like a used prophylactic
swollen with cooling semen.
You have shaved your beard, which I loved,
& moved on
but you cannot put
fresh wine in old skins.
Your betrayal is folly
time will bring you back here
worshiping at my altar
only then, I will no longer be your goddess.