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.

Notes:
I wrote this a few months back in the middle of a Shakespeare intensive type of thing, so I tried to experiment with ‘older’ sounding English. There’s another version of this with thees and thous, but I really couldn’t be sure if I had the grammar right and I didn’t want to look dumb so I’ll keep it to myself.

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