the mourner (on love); poetry from voices

April 6, 2009 at 10:04 pm Leave a comment

the mourner

here, in the moment
you’d thought to think timeless, time
has never been more present.
your mind has become
indifferent, as your body struggles, lost in the thing
called love.

later you discover
you desire her most when she won’t
be touched, unable to want
that offered.  only the
untouched, the unknown and mysterious.  and when she
is gone

she is most truly
your loved one, hugged close like
a nearly unbearable burden
of selfhood.  your chains
made your meanings, you cannot (ever)
let them go.



Entry filed under: poetry.

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