The waves beckon me to a shore where footprints don't last
And the ocean air whistles a tune that I won't remember
How unlike the being that holds me in the tenderness of dusk
Shrouds me with her courage
And adorns upon my head a crown which is her company
That jealous factions and tongues do toil and compete over
There is one note one chord one body of movement and it is a song of self
That belays my heart with another.
Not self as two individual units but as one whole,
Indivisible, distinct but the same motif
For a concerto albeit one singular expression it consists of hundreds of smaller pieces all working in unison without competition for that which is described as beauty
Likewise is our togetherness shared as one wholistic approach of beauty
I will leave but our fingers will always clasp
And herein lies loves dilemma
She can't forget the face of her paramour
For hands will always rejoin and legs will always fit next to each other cheekbones will always be pressed to breastbones
So has it been decreed
What lovely tragedy has befallen me that I might stumble into the life of a distant woman
What desperate attempt can the schemes of man conjure up so as to be an offering for the
For the for the for for the for the for the for the
Opportunity to share your bed if only for a Lilly's withering
I say it is unwise but the truth is being so far away has only made me love you more
The remoteness has brought an intimacy
And the waters silence has made a dialogue
Not of tongue to tongue
But of heart to heart flesh of flesh bone to bone
Oh felix culpa
It was a mistake to fall in love with me I'm as empty as that oceans whistle I'm as temporal as those foot steps in the sand yet still you love me oh what a happy fault indeed
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The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
