Your heart is caged in by her absence
The pain in your eyes illuminated by her name
I want to bind your wounds
I want to flush your poisons
You speak on her acquisitiveness
Her cupidity, revolting
You ache from her infidelity
Her betrayal, a lesion
Her egotism
Her materialism
Her superficial piety
Why don’t they rebuff?
Your perfection is astounding
The depth of your creativity persuades me
The heights of your spirituality, transfixing
Your compassion is implausible
I want to know all of you
I stagger to understand
Why she renounced you
I lurch further
Speculating
Why the queen of paltry matters
Holds your profound heart
This is just what I wanted to hear, oh around 8.30.2011. Laudo te dea
ReplyDeleteP.S. Was 'she' not really you? Or alter-you perhaps.
ReplyDeleteShe wasn't. She came before me.
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