November 09, 2009

The Last Stroke

Tuesday, 09 December 2007 at 22:20
You whispered poison, slow and vile
And raped my will and penetrated my existence
Burdened me by your smile
Unwanted yet admitted by your persistence

Age endows the villain with great craft
And guillotines the newly blooming
With precision the doom drafts
Tills the path consuming

Did you in folly thirst for my obsession
A marionette in this bitter scheme
Or did you connive my possession
And against Grace blaspheme

Vinegar to my lips the prospect
And spices in my eyes
Preservation is merited by a girl’s respect
Yet convention withstands not passion and dies

You are the mould in which I fit
I am the rib you offered
Yet society smears our union with grit
Perfection is prisoner, scorned and mired

My love, geography has us crossed
And lust targets us, Cupid is fleeting
If our connection is not lost
Other forces plan our defeating

Yet I cling to your dear phonemes
Limited by my sex’s vulnerability
And pray this chemistry is not a treacherous dream
A recurrent inevitability

I need you to speak clear in a language we both heed
To say, Alles habe ich dich versprochen
In convincing word and unambiguous deed
Gather the sorrows and cherish even what is broken

I am fatigued by this vicious compromise
I make with a Provider who miserly formed the joke
I have to live by, cold comfort in becoming wise
I hope a flicker of truth He has finally stoked

Every molecule have you stolen
Every electric impulse have you hindered
To orbit around you till you have bidden
To by your rage be splintered

O Thief of time
Object of discontent
You cannot divine
My devotion’s boundless extent

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