"Loving You As Fiction"
Trapped
in the very blankets of our passion
do I
read,
my body tangled
in the heat
of prose,
your heart
pounding loud within my chest.
In this bed, I cry for empires
and kings,
their sons and champions,
their black-haired sorceresses, their squires, and their loves.
Aye, the very fields of their battles
are salted
by my tears
and set to flame
that I might have light by which to read the final page.
My dear,
is it wrong to love you as a fiction
if it means that I can love you all the more?
[first published in New Bard Press, Drive, 2004]
YOU ARE READING
An Alchemy of Words
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