The prelude has outlasted the wine

The prelude has outlasted the wine
Its still taking too much time
I smell something burning in the background
Neighbors’ ancestor worship in how they talk together
Your nonsense of not sensing

I’ve loved your image, your eternal boy in a man’s body
I’ve loved your personal discretions
Of lost first marriage
Your insecurity to remarry current party

I’ve forgiven slips and slights of my imperfections
Of how I am not your mirror image
Nor do I strive to be—perfect
Better than a mirror I am me

We are in some ways sharing like personality
Adventurer yogi, Cold War prodigy
Political hegemony
Me the world
You locally

“tho I look up to you , you’ll bow down to me someday
Or my likeness internally
Embrace me sooner than later
For your entirety