Your baroque construction work upon my heart
Could only baste these strips together,
Allowing the eminent unraveling.
Elucidate this foreign wall for thine eyes,
For once upon a moment
I kissed thee;
Thy guard is now high upon its saddle
And you are smiling without me.
I fumble this one detail awkwardly
In my hands, wondering
How it is I fell
Deep into your abyss.
How could I let such a large gap
In your perfection
Escape my eyes?
With a fist in your burning heart,
Not only were the moments
Ecstasies, but they -as well-
Are ones that will be fused in my memory
Evermore.
I need not seduce myself
With your memory,
For such interstices are impossible to
Escape.
If melting your heart was like writing a word
This poem would surely do the trick,
But eyes of such beauty -endearing perfection-
Would surely never look at this.
Copyright 2009
~Stephen Denny Paul White~
{IdTakeABulletForYou}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem