Treasure Island

Captain Cur

(England)

Beds Of Virgin Innocence, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown)


Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
the total conquest of my mind
objectifies belief,
in my hands a ribboned scroll,
it's parchment coarse and dry
the words above your royal seal
deeply wounds my eye.
What decorum or habitat reveals
about survival of my caste;
the potency of unseen lines,
the indignities of class.
With fluency of tongue
unsaid words claim my strength;
you deny me rest
in beds of virgin innocence,
you deny me thought
despising my crude ignorance,
you deny me love
and the complexities I crave
bolting the chambers
of your unused heart
and watch me pound in vain.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 06, 2014

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