"Slave of love & light of my eyes";
Etienne Dinet, Oil, 1904
“Love is an angel, disguised as lust” – not exactly.
Serving the flesh, releasing the men at sea
Holy unity, for years, you will lack.
Aroma, persona, hourglass, and face
What’s left is intellect to seal the chase.
Bring your spirit, true it must be
Lay it down and steer it to her.
Expose your fears, share the laughs
Still, you are nothing but a walking staff.
Confess your love, digress not, and make it clear
Spill your spirit, smile, and pass it through her eyes.
Wait you must, for a sacred trust has been broken.
Staunch is all you’ll ever be, same words never to be spoken.
Pain is predictable, but self pity --neglect
Lust will forever simmer, momentarily you seem to forget.
Holy unity, one thinks, you still lack
Better now than tomorrow, trust in that.
3 comments:
well you are indeed a poet! Contridiction is the place of flashing flashes of understanding.
When words can travel us beyond words.
I am glad I came to visit you. Thank you.
Thank you wren; I appreciate the insightful comments. It's not everyday a Queen listens to my heart-spills.
ah but your heart spills longing to be king, and not knowing that you are. For is it not the king who sends out the explorers, the men in ships, out into the sea? Is it not the royal ones who seek the new lands? spices new and exciting?
Not that they do go bashing about themselves but they drop down the treasure, ( ah, like pants in the knight )
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