don juan & Vincent

in the storm
she could not find
him
or the Peace of Mind

for the wind was vicious
-his writing delicious
yet fatal came ashore
& he lived no more

no fire or lover's lyre
was ever found
on the rocky bottom
of that roaring sound

& then she died
underneath the fleeing tide
with her degree
in eternity

but not before fingers
(her power still lingers)
scrawled across a page
& i witnessed her rage.