The Prince of Sorrows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A depiction of the travails of conditional love.

Submitted: May 31, 2008

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In the chat room
I am distressed by the wandering exchanges
I am a solitary pedestrian
On a strange highway
The target of cars gone mad
I wish the asphalt would open and swallow me
Why would you bring me into this place
Where life is cheap
And every word a bullet?
There is no hiding place
It is a strained place where I cannot sing to you
The things I have imagined of you and I
Beneath silken sheets
In a magical room whose only light
Is the heat of our passion
As I hold you close to myself
Feeling your heart in a private conversation with mine
We can often escape to this place
The mind can become a coupé
Moving fast through old cities
Where the stars hang down low
Glittering their glory down over languorous hills
In whose valleys archaic wines are drunk
In quaint familiar settings
 
A simple password, ‘desire’,
Is our ticket to this place 
 
But in these crowded woods
I am a hare sniffing the wind
Wary of the grass that grows here
Wary of the birds disquieting singing
Of the disputing in the songs they sing
There is something here whose presence is not the way it’s supposed to be
Why can’t the wind be silent?
Why do the palm fronds conspire?
I am at a loss for words
I scream silently
But the coconut trees hear me
They drop their fruit
Upon this head of abject sorrows
I am a Prince of Sorrows
Your invitation to me, to this part of life
Away from our solitary shrine of dreams
Strips me of my crown
It unseats me from my throne
So I am vulnerable
Buffeted by visions of you and I
Before the window glass, misting with our breath upon it
Upon which you trace the words, ‘My David’
And I, pared like an apple
And incandescent, (how would I not be?)
Find concealment in your nakedness
Which I wrap again around myself like a garment
Concealing this heat in my cheeks, this little boy feeling
Just glad to be connected, as the ocean is connected to the shore,
 
To you
 


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