The Fool

The Fool

A Poem by hjcm

A flash-fire of burning desire
comes over me in an instant,
before it all filters back through
and the feeling drains from my face once again.
You are disabling to my knees -
it's lucky I'm curled up on the sofa
with nowhere to fall;
but I'm already in free-fall
as I set the glass down with a clink
and my eyes seem to have no more to give
now that I've given so much.
Am I just to play the Fool again?
I swim in cards
dwelling over my palms and my deep, chained heart line
that she knew signalled my inability.
And of all things, you want to be here when I am not.
Will they taste my anguish in the air?
Will you lay your head down here just as I do now,
a net of broken bones cradled by blackness,
waiting for just one sign
as the scaffolding is built up around me
where I had lain naked in the sun imagining you touching the very heart of me;
now, O you metal and wood skeleton, I would that you encastle my soul here
and guard against these bleeding ghosts.
O watch you for one stalwart knight
to storm upon this prison
and let her know I will have her, if she will have me,
for I keep a torch burning through every night
in the hope that she will see it from her far-distant land,
and I will endure every hurt sevenfold just for one more embrace
or the kiss that will wake me from this nightmare.

© 2012 hjcm


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Added on August 15, 2012
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hjcm
hjcm

United Kingdom



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shower poetry: poetry that comes to you in the shower, or whilst doing something similarly mundane. It is short, mostly unedited, and a little bit shoddy. more..

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