Bastard

My love — my heart,

I see you on life support, every now on again —

with him I allowed to walk in my place

I melt into the facades of empty, ghosted stairwells,

for just one moments respite — a glance of you

I patrol your happiness — duty free,

I’ve purchased my life sentence

Misery has perpetually settled in the prison,

of my ribs — caged

where my heart once resided, amongst

my contemporary past

In memories beauty perplexed — you

glide upon my ethereal, limping heart in tatters

I crumble as you smile at him, him, him — me

He drowns in my love — in your eyes reflecting

Pavements await the footfalls — pounding the beating,

of his dying heart

Your aroma, my love, I wear — fading,

beckons as my eyes follow, where

I dare not tread no more

Your smile — sighing, shyly reaches for the kiss unfinished,

on your lashes — enameled

My lying kisses shadow the promises, that

shattered the lenses of your now, achromatic eyes

Your youth marked by my callous hand,

your budding lips, with half-mooned smiles,

never reaches the splendor of the star studded sky

I patrol my happiness, in ambient furlough

My heart she arrests, in the tenements of her soul,

I wander in search of a vacancy

Who hurts more — he who loves you know—

or I who love you still.

He patrols my heart, his hands grip for breath,

a protection of order, his

My love, handcuffed in the prisons I’ve erected,

In the bowels of my hell — god dares not allow,

forgiveness to dally

Torture, my heart, is ours — his

A bastard damned am I.

Copyright ©. R Tsambounieri Talarantas. Dec 2019. All Rights Reserved.