Thursday, April 5, 2012

Sullied Intention

I would stay up all night to love
You. I am eager for your charms
I have no objection as you delight
Me. Weaver of a thousand poems…

Your phantom lips breathe thought
I have never heard
as my expired dream is stirred
and resurrected by a jot
of crazy longing in my thought
for you have never sought my heart
without intent to tear apart
the wall of my guarded torment
you scale it; the resistance I attempt
insists on begging you to stay
for you are never far away
and yet you dangle in mid-air
somewhere beyond
my hemisphere
perhaps, perhaps I ought to sleep
I cannot write; you’ve cut too deep

J~


2 comments:

  1. Sometimes there are people of the past who you just can't rid yourself of, no matter how hard you try, even though they hurt you again and again. I understand this poem!

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  2. You know, I really love the titles you choose for your poems. When I write poetry I always having difficulty choosing a suitable title. I really love yours!

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