BROKEN COMPASS

He lives his life
In a grid
Where every possible course
Is plotted and charted

With corresponding coordinates
For his heart
Thick red lined markers
Clearly showing every lover
Who ever departed.

Order is the rationale
of the day
The bien etre of his existence
Logical progressions
precisely calculated
the sole means of his stark subsistence.

She is a child of the sun
Searing, combustible
Full of chaos and fire.
BROKEN COMPASS

A wanton creature of the jungle
A prodigious student of desire.

Thriving on collusions and collisions
Incapable of finishing what she started
Unwilling to commit to his steadfast decisions
Reluctant to navigate any map that's been charted.

Disorder is her dish du jour
Ravenous for the road of most resistance
Passion the only spice on her rack
Seduction the meat of her existence.

Their meeting was his calculation.
Their loving her bold but sound prediction.
Combined they balanced precariously
traversing the rocky terrain to each one's inner nation
The fuel for their love was spent
Though the key always remained in its vehicle's ignition
And they could no longer reconcile themselves
to such a life of contradiction.

She was his star. His brilliant quasar.
His shining light in the darkest storm.

He was her Gibraltar. Her stalwart altar.
Her Camelot, the only shelter of love she had ever known.

And their tears will drown the oceans.
And their cries will still the winds.
But what is done cannot be undone.
They have reached their final destination.
The end of a carefully compassed love.