Joust For Mine Love Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Dawn be thy answer for nights of gifts that thee bestowed upon me in fragrances.

Soft petals of thine eyes corrupted me with thine carousels of pleasures forsaken me.

Within thine glance my shimmering face hid the tears of thine words.

Chambers of candlesticks explored his hidden bed of lips cherished.

In mockery of love my king locked his heart because of monastery whisperings.

His castle of freedom condemned his majesty with dark shadows of hearts unseen.

Thou sayest thou have love for me but thy love is quenched in times of love.

Engrave me with thine hand of pleasures for tonight I burn within my flesh.

My love has me tormented in the lattice of my prison; he fights wars for England but my heart dies longing for thou arms.

Release me from mine inherited nights of promises; cause mine eyes to flourish on mine bed of passions.

Go where thou goest with my heart; I will find tranquil days of unseasoned kisses.

My flesh is my sword to fall upon in your stead; search your moat and find mine heartbeat there.

Thine castle is thine; thou scepter of mine love is mine grave; how I long for thou to joust for mine love.

Written by Theodore Mosley
November 30,2018