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Castle Breach
Around this precious pulse
there is a moat
It has a raised drawbridge
of desires denied —
Wouldn’t emotions,
they be crave carved from the
mahogany variety
Splintered thoughts lowers with romantic apprehension,
verily very slowly
Rampart words, passion unspoken
Telltale sigh sign, mood vulnerable ...
body language says
this breastplate castle can now be breached
An inner curtain wall of solitary allure
leads to the Keep
Buried in grief from past hurts,
these formaldehyde feelings die daily
Sitting on a jilted throne of loneliness;
virgin vows of untouched love,
believed to be out of reach,
is now irrevocably breached
The iron gatehouse of solitude,
with courting siege,
is reluctantly being moved
And the battlement beneath the watchtower
is tear-blasted with tactile longing
Amorous arrows which pierce the soul,
vanquish the spirit afraid of belonging
to a worthy someone else
Or could it be an unworthy sense of self?
Fanciful oriel motives stay hidden
behind the bretèche parapet
Portcullis instincts run counter-intuitive to the
innocent tunnel of dream secrets beneath
Emerging outside the stony walls of isolated comfort,
into the wilderness of time
these pulmonary impulses flee
For the bosom castle of chastity has been breached
The faithful systolic sentinels of hope
couldn't safeguard the castle from diastolic defeat
Looking back at the silhouette figure
in the balistraria,
I oasis see
the other half of me
Smiling with conquering ease
08-14-21
Copyright ©
Freddie Robinson Jr.
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