Lot’s wife was a Piscean

I gave so freely
so cautiously
so tentatively,
so unconditionally
and through it all
you knew where I stood
with my eyes
I spoke the depth
the colour
of my desires
and the tremors of emotion
unspent and languid
unspoken,
SO very clear and lucid
Pools of tenderness
So unafraid,
yet guarded
an extended open palm
of my soul
my truths
my thoughts
my pains
my tears
my story
it was enough for me then
to hear your careless
dismissive
laugh
as i hung on your sigh
like gilded charms
i clung with bridled emotions
and i told myself
that if it happens again
I would sever forever
the charmed tether
and then one day
like shorn workclothes
it went
and I saw
that you were
ordinary
simply ordinary
not a handiwork
but a poorly put together
shell of creation
And I turned my back
On you and your malevolent passion
It was the backward glance I willed
That turned you, not me,
into a pillar of salt.