The Simple Life of Love

The Simple Life of Love

A Poem by Mr. Misanthrope
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No one ever said anything about boredom!

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There was a time when I thought I would never find a love like ours,

That I would forever remain alone in a world where,

Try as I may, the shallow remains of a body so tortured

Would never feel the warmth of the gay sun

And enjoy the subtle conversations of the friendly feminine moon.

 

But then I met you.

And you were everything I had ever wanted,

With your eyes and hair so common and so fair,

And I thank God for letting me revel in something so simple.

 

We laughed and loved and gave love and made love

And did it all over again the next day and the next.

We never got bored, cuddling and whispering sweet things into each others ears,

Skipping the vulgarities of lust first and then

When all else failed, or was won, we rebelled in the sweet pleasures of the body

For nature had granted us bodies filled with sexual energy.

 

A simple life, so beautiful, so fair...

 

I quickly became bored of it!

 

Oh, what to do? I asked myself

For this is surely not meant to be happening.

I thought love was eternal!

But apparently not.

The spark is gone, and unfortunately I'm not to blame.

So let me deviate from that path, and go on for something better, something fresher.

Please understand me when I say, I don’t love you, it was just a phase.

 

So I leave you standing there, but don't think you're the only one who is left wondering,

For I am wondering too.

 

I travel over hills and mountains, and skip across clouds, until

I enter the fantasy realm of a noble Prince Charming.

Ever since I was a child, I wanted this.

To be a Cinderella or a Sleeping Beauty.

So I wait in my castle.

I wait for you.

No hair hanging out from a high open window.

No painful stilettos to make me feel proud.

No sleep takes me into its arms.

 

Will you ever arrive? I wonder.

Finally, yes, you have! Oh sweet sweet prince!

You are everything I have imagined you would be.

Handsome, charming, with personal hygiene;

But your eyes hold no warmth.

Your touch bears no caring.

You are just pretty, fanciful.

Beautiful...but for all the wrong purposes.

 

So I jump out of the vine covered castle

And step into the world of horror

Where dream vampires wait for me

In their silks and satins

And velvets of pale blue

Mesmerising all with their elegant ways and BDSM habits.

Your eyes are meant to be cold yet tempting.

I kiss you, and there is not meant to be a warm breath.

Your body is dead, and it is meant to be lustful.

But I don't care.

For in this manor filled with silence and Gothic ageless beauty

You hold no purpose

So go back to your crypt

For I am off once more.

 

This time on a daring pirate ship!

Robbing the unwary travellers of the seas

You are muscle and brawn and brain too

You are sexy

You smell bad and I love it.

Your breath reeks of alcohol and you belch, and you don't care

And to a certain extent neither do I

Or for your treasures buried beneath hot sand, or your trousers.

For while you are attractive and charismatic, you lack so much more that I

Cannot even begin to describe it.

 

No fantasies or adventures or horrors for me

Or their overrated material hosts

All I want now is the simple life

With my simple One.

 

 

I love you.

© 2014 Mr. Misanthrope


Author's Note

Mr. Misanthrope
I was going through some old documents, cleaning up a few harddrives, and thought I might as well post some old stuff I had lying around. Oh well.

Written 7 July 2010.

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