"I Will Take This Solitude"
I apologize for offering. I will take this solitude.
I will take the remnant fruit of war and withdraw my subterfuge.
I have not shied from the journey. I have come too far to let
this vacancy of evening scream a morning of regret.
I am not a tired jockey, I have cried too long to lose
I will sit atop this horse though you have tied him with a noose.
It is well I have mistaken, my reflection steams of love.
It is not that I have taken dreams that you had not dreamed of.
The colors of your body, its many hybrid melodies
resonate through all my battered walls and in all my reveries.
Its symphony of piquant skin, its ever changing mood
are storms which drown each supplicant, or he who dares to brood
on its wailed, weeping mysteries. Or its miracle delights
the bound which breaks all mortal men - or he who mauls the nights--
in search of even rapture, in search of mere refuge.
I will take what it deigns to give. I will take this solitude.
I apologize for offering. I will take this solitude.
I will take the remnant fruit of war and withdraw my subterfuge.
I have not shied from the journey. I have come too far to let
this vacancy of evening scream a morning of regret.
I am not a tired jockey, I have cried too long to lose
I will sit atop this horse though you have tied him with a noose.
It is well I have mistaken, my reflection steams of love.
It is not that I have taken dreams that you had not dreamed of.
The colors of your body, its many hybrid melodies
resonate through all my battered walls and in all my reveries.
Its symphony of piquant skin, its ever changing mood
are storms which drown each supplicant, or he who dares to brood
on its wailed, weeping mysteries. Or its miracle delights
the bound which breaks all mortal men - or he who mauls the nights--
in search of even rapture, in search of mere refuge.
I will take what it deigns to give. I will take this solitude.
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