From your Languorous Paramour
Forgive my spent-ness;
in my state of love and languor.
was I left chanting
beneath this brittle window
from my time
hanging between the stars.
I have lied
my anxious husband
drugged and comatose
all to unforgiving
that have pierced our combined flesh.
Have I been lovely to you?
Creating this melody
as I have;
this Isolde complex
and boxed in seating arrangements.
I can't help my splendor,
my natural beauty,
opals and pearls
that have hung from my hair
to better establish my time period.
My dresses to refined
for the likes of you.
Have you forgiven me yet?
to catapult us into this new age
of unanswered questions
behind street lamps
and warm sheets.
Have I become forbidden
my dear one
a name no longer uttered
for my time here
has left its mark
beneath my breast.
If white lines were to have formed, my love
they might have lead us astray
I did not wish them to guide our way.
It is this silence, my love
and the unrequited notes from this languorous paramour
quoting pin-up poetry before an audience of millions
that has occupied my nights now.
My love have you sought me out?
In the milky-white smoothness that has followed our end.
that labeled me a whore
something less then innocent.
Is it wrong that I still see love in you eyes
even if you do not dream of me as you used to.
But sweet, my love
have these drugs affected you so greatly that you must cast my chants away
a strong hand to a frightened child.
Have my memories become shadows
and my face
in the glass
glowing ever still.
Would you forgive me if I begged a kiss, my love
on the cheek
or on the hand
as it was when we were children
singing the same songs
while not separated by genre as we are now.
Have you forgiven me yet, my sweet husband
for the wrongs that we have done each other
so delicate, our dreams
by too many sorrows,
too many woes
have our bodies burned.
Will you allow me to crumble in your arms?
that I still see in you, all that I loved so long ago.
Will you sit beside me again
and talk for hours
about local tragedies
and house-hold gods
that I once prayed to
to keep the pipes from freezing in winter.
Do you remember these rooms, my love
where alone did I chant
my devotion toward you
stronger then words on my paper,
stronger then the whole of myself
as I was
in those days.
I clung to you
when the sun went down
and thunder clapped
breaking the trees into severed limbs
fallen into the road ways
of our moments together.
Should I kiss you again, my love
and let ourselves once more become
between the stars.