Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Sans amour

Of the river
of words flowing between
them, the depthlessness
of their vicious secrecy,
a liaison I am not part of.
             — I am jealous of an ocean.

Of the petals
of poetry blooming between
them, the sweetness
of their decadent intimacy,
a tenderness I am not part of.
              I am jealous of a flower.

Of the notes
of music floating between
them, the melodiousness
of their ordained affinity
a rhapsody I am not part of.
             — I am jealous of a starling.

These violent ravings
of a degenerate; it is I!
who claws for meaning;
it is I! who roars for loving;
it is I!

Between these lines, I line
my ever-darkening desire
to live the life of another,
meanwhile, I remain
           — a loveless creature.