Sarina
Howls my heart in silence, a hymn of dispossession,
Prostrated at your dusky feet, defined inadequate
And close my eyes in fruitless shame, despising their transgression,
Blind-sided by your beauty, horsewhipped desolate.
The chestnut lustre of your hair has lacquered my perception,
Devastated by your pecan lips, sullenly un-kissed,
I shrink like flambéed cellophane, contract with cold deception,
Yet cannot face the love within, the love that you have missed.
What are you that drive my spectral dreams, imagination?
Who are you that sculpt my heart and steal my breath?
That stirs the loins and fires my love with tortured aspiration,
At once you are both promised life and predetermined death...
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