Poetry Log - Gorgeous Concubine
Poetry Log - 7/6/23
“Gorgeous Concubine”
Do I love you? Do I hate you? O, need!
A need is the sensation that has festered against my skull,
Flipping under my eyelids when I blink slow,
At rates inefficient for my growth!
Groaning: I groan for your heart.
I groan for your chest,
I groan for your eyes,
Had you sincerely looked upon me, you would have seen my cries;
Untouched wanton.
Unsightly irony.
I should tear your flank from your baseless sides,
If not for my own nails cracking at the sight.
As I look upon you, I love you;
Supple corner after supple corner, boyish age, love-like song,
A direct rove, stumbling dance, though off my world.
As I look upon you, I hate you;
Standing between feet, breathing between lungs
Stepping into ‘trite’ trinkets and praise and gold.
No air shall flow through my nose
As I sleep inside silver lined barns
And eat amongst yet to be wombed men.
To tear you limb from limb,
Knowing your villainous deeds,
I grin at the overblown, dastardly concept,
But I frown at the ever present smile of a man I could never begin to beguile.
And perhaps it does not need to be you I look upon,
Yet you are all my eyes will turn to see!
Anyone, you could have ever been,
And perhaps anyone, you will ever be.
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