Conquistador
Aug 28th, 2004 by Ree Joy
He shows
me
love,
this inarticulation
snuggled in my
arms; teaching like love
should never be
taught, in ways
that are forgiven
before they
unfold.
He hollows out
my lap, my
heart,
in machiavellian
remonstrance,
all elbows and feet,
all charm and pure
wickedness;
his speechless, demanding
restlessness
a summary dismissal of this,
my forbidding silence
I had, all life long —
held sacrosanct –
wrapped around all
I’d ever wanted
to say
and withheld,
all I’d ever loved
and
forsook.
Until he claims
me,
humpty-dumpty-upside-down,
for his own,
running
a stake into my heart,
with a finality, with
horrendous ease that
both unmanned
and tangled,
bed-raggled logic.
He plays me for a fool
until I was no longer
Alone.
Oh, ouch!
The last few lines are killer. ;p
If I’m going to be honest here, I wouldn’t claim to understand what the words are saying, only the feelings that titillate the senses, if in an unassuming manner.
I sense a total yielding to love, to a lover; of losing oneself and wanting to be lost; of sadness, and confusion… and pain.
How are you Ree? It’s been a long, long while. Hope all’s well. :)