Burlesque

A hearse of unfruitful men have I lain with,
Before I woke up with you,
Yet in one fruitful myth-
You cannot be my rescue.
Life with you seems fanciful, yet a sodden reality,
I cannot seem to differentiate;
And my memories in the magnanimity-
Of their re-appearance, I cannot vitiate.
Recent realities do my dreams mock-
This I cannot bear;
For this myth building in the dock-
Is all yours to tear.
Nor fancy, nor myth shall be your aide-
In your tedious journey;
For you cannot expect me to be a renegade-
Of my past or my destiny.
Remember yet, how I love you, ardently;
Our lives inter-woven and still weaving so persistently.
-Dolashree K Mysoor