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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
word in poetic form without markings of emphasis searches the heart not the mind