Peniamina Vi Poem by Melissa Hurst

My eyes know no other picture,
no other paper body to trace with these
lonely fingertips that ache
to feel you once more.

My heart cannot become acquainted
with other fires.
I cannot become familiar with
the feelings of other men.
My heart is not stubborn, for it has tried to erase you.

How did you bring me
to such a desperate state, my sweet?
Were you born to cast spells
upon one who finds you compelling?

A man waits upon my doorstep,
but I do not answer his knock.
His heart is aflame for me,
but my flame cannot mingle with his,
for my heart burns for you.

You and your lady are a full flame
and my light is dim in this room.
My comforter, now her solace,
left me with immeasurable torment.

You comforted and seduced me
with memories that seem as lies
as you surrender your heart to her.
O Peniamina, my life was one
I mapped only for you!

I was to be among the learned,
to gain and give what I earn to you.
I wished to be your provider
for your belly and for your luxury.
My life was meant for you, my Darling.

The dream is shattered,
it will not come true
for me and distant Peniamina.
Life is now sour,
the sweetness has left it
and satisfies another craving.