The Soul Solitude Kisses

Mother's love grew into a sour myth. I spewed out her milk into the stygian sea that brought the merchants whose merchandise were deep, immortal musings on a new-found love. Solitude was there filled with eros that left every monk defiled. Unclad she was and full-breasted. She had a flair for the seductress art that charmed kings to her bedchamber. Her incense touched the frail spot of the strong-willed. Solitude laid bare like Jezebel Strumming the strings of David's harp. Whoever fell to her enchantment never departed less a god. Saints that fell found themselves on thrones at the right hand of God. How I longed for a kiss the daughters could not give. A secret romance to catch heaven as a voyeur peeping through the clouds. In the darkness, The sun was ripest luring the feet of this child straying away from home. Shore after shore No compass nor rudder. Tempest after tempest I jettisoned all my desires. Lightless lighthouse No anchor nor mast Just wind enough In the mast of my bleary lonely soul. I held my life with tired fingers unwittingly beholding it like a jigsaw puzzle. Dark riddles haunted me like newspapers to a failed government. But she was worth the several unholy reasons to leave home. To die unashamedly for. She would kiss not the rich in company Nor sit with the princes dinning on dainty meat. Solitude kisses only the lonely Who finds the path away from life's noisy streets.