Up parallel against you
Posted: August 4th, 2007, 10:28 pm
Up parallel against you have I shoved
my flesh with earnest, grimaced, teeth-clenched zest,
compassionate and hungry for the man
for whom my hands have torn themselves and bled
to grasp concupiscence in faith—and so
devoted, hungry, hopeful have I been—
and who are you whose silhouette reflects
my ardor? Who are you whose depth inspects
these salted whimper eyes that strained have seen
so tenderly their desperation show
its face upon a countenance (instead
of yours, my lover’s soul) none other than
mine own? Have I but loved a mirror best?
Then why am I so feared and you so loved?
my flesh with earnest, grimaced, teeth-clenched zest,
compassionate and hungry for the man
for whom my hands have torn themselves and bled
to grasp concupiscence in faith—and so
devoted, hungry, hopeful have I been—
and who are you whose silhouette reflects
my ardor? Who are you whose depth inspects
these salted whimper eyes that strained have seen
so tenderly their desperation show
its face upon a countenance (instead
of yours, my lover’s soul) none other than
mine own? Have I but loved a mirror best?
Then why am I so feared and you so loved?
