The Broken Pieces: A note to November

Yours was a fiery romance
Hot, instant, with all the fairy tales
Better than March
You healed without falling apart
Till fate came calling
Your allegiance to the masters
Akin to that of the Sea Angel to Poseidon
The perfect storm....destroying a perfect plan
Hopes shattered...cracks enlarged on his heart

A relief from a tumultuous encounter
Succor and solace you offered
Short lived? Yes
But his heart was unburdened a bit
Shortchanged? Yes you were
But he never made any promises

You were fabled in prophecies
Sadly, words of subjective men hardly move him
Pretty yet strong
A deeper appearance of you he sought
Not the stoic statue devoid of artistic finishes
An unwilling mind...lest he would've painted it himself
Offering ultimatums? You only threaten when you hold the aces
Perhaps its best this encounter doesn't happen
A lack of patience, his current major crime

Prodding his many sides
Seeking more than he had to offer
Impatient, demanding, dramatic
Sadly, the juicy part you had no patience for
Ultimatums, charades and insults?
Perhaps you knew not his pride is untouchable
A death sentence for many before you
Perhaps you should've taken what he offered
Then there'll be something to hold on to

Like thunderbolt at midnight
Silently demanding attention
His scruples arrested, his desires stirred
So beautiful...so seasoned...so moist
Wetting his deeper mind
Creating a yearning he had not felt in forever
Then again, 
Poseidon forever present
For this encounter belonged to another
Another perfect storm...
Perhaps to remind him of the pains of his mortality
Pains eternally present by his immortality
His patience stretched....his heart confused

Dear November, 
Since the shipwreck...the finest encounters you've offered
goddesses of the shoreline kingdoms
Curious, fiery, impatient and very stubborn
Yet, hearts very warm and kind to their conquests
Perhaps this is the end....
Perhaps the Captain will journey still
Nevertheless, you sure have him entertained