On Being No Longer In Love

[matsunosuperfan]

On Being No Longer In Love

I went sailing for you in the corners of my dream—
the one where I’m not naked, but people still stare?
You weren’t there, but your mother was, leaning
against the wet flank of a big sexy horse
the crew smuggled in with the rum.

Why is it always a horse? Never a burro
or mule, “horse” being too close to “whores”
to begin with — anybody who has lived on a farm
knows a mare will assault you for thinking
too much; a mule is a housecat

in heels. He only wants to feel your fingers
rustle the evergreen leaves of his fur; your mother
would turn up her nose at an apple.
By your mother, I of course mean the horse
—here the wise mule cuts me off, eyes rolled back

like an oracle in vapors. I lean in. Your mother
leans in. We share a look, surprised for once to wind up
on the same side. The horse, meanwhile, can't stand being replaced
as the jewel of attention. Before the sage can speak a word,
she clubs him to death with her hooves.

[CRNDLSM]

I, people, not you, your mother, big sexy horse, the crew
Sailing, stare, leaning, smuggled
Dream, not naked, wet flank, rum
There's a lot going on the first stanza, too many moving parts but maybe it goes somewhere

Horse, not burro, not mule, whores, anybody, mare, you, mule, housecat
Being, knows, assault, thinking
Farm, 
Lots of new characters in the second stanza but nothing really happening about it, maybe I will understand the title soon

He, you, your mother, I, horse, mule
Want, feel, rustle, cuts
heels, fingers, leaves, fur, nose, apple, eyes
I'm making a lot of connections by the third stanza between the farm and the animals, but there's additional characters, 

Oracle, I, your mother, the horse, sage, 
Lean, share, wind up, replaced, speak
Vapors, jewel, word
So the horse is the mother, him is the sage mule
Love is a complex dream I guess and doesn't have to make sense, convoluted, so being no longer in love is trying to make sense of the whole thing? So it just sounds like nonsense?  I'm trying to understand, I also don't understand why people start poems with 'on...' like a journal of thoughts -all thoughts any thoughts- I'm afraid I'm thinking too much about it, best I can do for intensive sorry!

[busker]

On Being No Longer In Love

I went sailing for you in the corners of my dream—
the one where I’m not naked, but people still stare?
You weren’t there, but your mother was, leaning
against the wet flank of a big sexy horse
the crew smuggled in with the rum.

Why is it always a horse? Never a burro
or mule, “horse” being too close to “whores”
to begin with — anybody who has lived on a farm
knows a mare will assault you for thinking
too much; a mule is a housecat

in heels. He only wants to feel your fingers
rustle the evergreen leaves of his fur; your mother
would turn up her nose at an apple.
By your mother, I of course mean the horse
—here the wise mule cuts me off, eyes rolled back

like an oracle in vapors. I lean in. Your mother
leans in. We share a look, surprised for once to wind up
on the same side. The horse, meanwhile, can't stand being replaced
as the jewel of attention. Before the sage can speak a word,
she clubs him to death with her hooves.

“He only wants to feel your fingers
rustle the evergreen leaves of his fur;”

Is glorious. I didn’t follow the rest of the poem.

Is there a horse and a mule? The mule comes into the simile, but does it stay?The horse is the sage, the oracle in vapours. Who clubs him to death?
I get the son as horse thing ad the wife or gf having a tiff with the mother, but there are too many characters moving around

[matsunosuperfan]

Thanks for reading busker, I think I am finally at peace letting this 3-or-4-year-old draft go. 

The note that the only two lines I've completely added fresh is what stands out, is enough to reassure me that my present impulse is stronger and I can let this exercise go. Appreciate the feedback.