E did not understand

Photo of gray wolf on winter

E did not understand my love,
which was that of half a beast,
half a child,

E did not understand my ambitions,
which wounded eir notions of the world,
as I was throwing my heart at em.

E did not understand my madness
that e held in eir hands,
as roots of sheer understanding and acceptance.

E did not understand my anguish,
as I seek and seek within my soul,
for the answer to my delirium.

E did not understand my love,
diamond polished fastidiously that it is,
beyond comprehension,
with flames of life's bitter cruel notions,
shining throught it.

E never understood!
And that is how my life
was left forever suspended.

When I sought eir lips,
eir teeth bit my tongue deliciously so,
leaving marks behind,
of unspoken reproaches.

When I sought eir eyes,
eir pupils wounded my heart,
like two reality bullets penetrating my skull.

When I sought eir body
eir innocent desire for me
assaulted my flesh,
divinely so
like a hurricane,
destroying all that lies dormant in its wake.

E did not understand me.
We parted ways,
as beasts often do,
Towards entirely different roads.
Still, I haven't heard that defeaning word: Goodbye
from em...

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