The Woman Loved Most Original 09 08 2012 Poem by Lee Mack

Original 09 08 2012





THE WOMAN LOVED MOST


The woman loved most perfidiously sits
On the floor inside the doorway of a room
Full of dark figured editors slicing and dicing
Words strung together -how could she ever
Know and piece together a prose of lust
And a syntax bringing about poetic meetings
In that political town reeking with politics
Experienced by man and woman -we could
Never single-mindedly possess one another
Creeds and monuments that would house
Each others ritual incantations -she
Spoke words to me by remote viewing and
We would meet in dreams -hers' never
About the future and mine always hidden
By disguises in recognition in memory
Of my pasts -I fear the slay of mind may
Lead to the woman I most love or turn me
Away to superstitions and taboos -to the
Campus of culture threatening nature's
Unconventional awe at successive dreams
I have found her and now like another
Dream I am compelled to have -she will
Answer my call but I am left to answer to
Mighty superstitions that will take her
Away from me and make her disappear
My woman loved most perfidiously is gone.




Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.