steeplechaser


with uncertainty, he climbs to
the balcony and whistles for her fascination
to come hither a moment,
the blank stare of horizons swallowing
each her splendored mouth and sculpted bust,
a playful shadow writhes across her cheek
to veil in its blackness the mirrors full with
moons and stars, he bends at the knee and holds
in his palm the sacred amulet of unity
one secret passion after another, a coarse
tongue rife with a wavy breath, the voice unsteady
yet secure in its resounding, to endure the
unlikelihood of affirmation
should she not wish to indulge
the unraveling storybook fantasy within his arrow-struck
heart, that of princes and maidens, of kingdom come
and nevermore, with misgiving, he begins to mouth
in full the love-sundered conscience of his being
as she towers above his bowed entity, not unlike a
skyscraper, whispering of a dying urge
to whelm fate with one mighty thrust into
the clouds, she with his heart, he with her glory
both merged in eminence, and salvaged by reality
but for the invalidity of it all, however trivial, in that
a man shall never wed
his savior




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