Bane of the Hollow'd Constant

This was for someone special to me writ in early 2010 when I was incarcerated.

Many a wash pale moon, hast long kiss'd thy fair cheek,

Since last able was I, to climb loves lambent peak.

Caught thy tongues cloying ode, nor felt loves fine caress,

Or hath seen, that which makes, eyes hold worth to possess.

Not a moment hast pass'd, nought I ponder thee less,

Or not felt is vile pain, in this stark, hollow'd chest.

Oft beguiled by decoy, of mine artful night eye,

Revealed be truth, As I wake, much then rather I'd die.

To be as thy trite rock, but is all that I strive,

Standing valiant and bold, by thy side shall I bide.

Wading storms as thy solace, bearing shield to protect,

By no man, ever move'd, for coy words I detest.

Thou wilt need never aught, nor hath reason to sigh,

For my name just cry out, evermore am I nigh.

When we cross'd since have I, been struck blind, deaf, and dumb,

Hearing only thy song, from thy sweet singing tongue,

Seeing only thy fairness, through unworthy eyes,

Feeling only thy touch, thy skin longs for and cries...

O but yet could I sense, right soon as my heart grew,

Darkness then ever starve'd for thy love pull'd me through.

From hell's prison relay'd, to loves cloying embrace,

Bogging shackles be cast, with remnant of this place...

Ever grateful am I, thou hast stay'd my defiance,

and not stole in black night, seeking others alliance.

Or hath render'd me trife', nor clutch'd feelings of scorn,

Ever am I abject, vow my actions reform.

With our young hearts asund', loves rich food withers cold,

Since past'd exiled was I, from loves rapt, tender hold.

But devising a man, that myself fill the mold,

Hadst been right set afoot, my old ways, hath been sold!

Tis' belated I know, wasted time stirs us old,

Can I do but atone? beseech I, mercies gold.

Though my acts prove'd quite bane, O apt am I to learn,

Enough with verse so bleak, a new page let us turn...

When our hearts draw as one, the gods dote what they see,

Since fulfilled is kismet, that which is, meant to be.

For our stars were right fix'd, bound, and craft'd as lore,

They can sever our heads but unbowed stays the core.

As I ponder our forge, steal I cupids ascent,

Past the heavens themselves, love as mine, proves ardent!

Therefor fret not thy love, strife wilt soon be at end,

For the time draws apace, where we are at one, once again.

When that sun beckons forth, and lust outweighs the sea,

O slake wilt be desire, when loves river runs free.

For betroth'd be our hearts, that with love standing true,

Ever more shall we dote, you on me, me on you. <3