Sunday, July 16, 2006

The Jewel-Eyed Princess

She keeps to herself:
A stony heart - inside
a body of flesh
draped over
a structure of woodwork.

There are jewels in her eyes:
two stones of hazel set in precious pretty cases.
But alas they are not
like generous rays of sunshine;
Mechanically they open to do work.
And close when work is done.

She has hurt me - has
the Jewel-Eyed Princess;
Mortally she has hurt me.
I lie in bad shape - blood flowing
from alas - a heart too living
but where struck to bleed
in last pulsating gasps, when
her stony arrow hit the mark.

I will not live, O stony jewel-eyed.
Without my heart I will not.
And I am your prey.

So keep my bleeding heart,
wounded it may be but still
will serve you better
than your one
of hewn stone.
Sadia Arman

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