Love, swear not on any constellation
swear on Life for it will always prevail
whether here or some parallel travail
it shall be, I swear, our consolation.
If Fate is kind, there will be compensation
I will find your essence beyond the veil
where you and I will hoist that final sail
and finally know true consummation.
Of course I am jealous of your philandering.
I am human, my heart will always fear
whether concrete or callow slandering.
But I have a mind too, that interferes.
Contradicts such foolish meandering
chooses to love even your faults, my dear.
YOU ARE READING
Dragonish
PoetryPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
