The Rake And I
The rake,
he snuck a kiss
tempted by jejunes naïve denials
My phalanges flagrantly struck his thieving visage,
I engraved my brand — his mark of Cain
His vengeance adumbrated my burgeoning hoydenish reign
His kiss seared it’s way into my budding future,
innocence more modest became, upon shynesses blooming aurora
Awareness, beating the ominous drums of battle
His cry, “I cannot breath without your kiss — your wind”
I braided dreams with the remnants of a kiss,
circling my adversary with my embroidered golden whip
He could not breath, his sail furled, awaiting my sincere tempestuous
current,
His mesmerizing eyes, met mine, our breaths danced from afar, a
moments respite
Promises skipping between the resplendent stones of childhood
and the awakening of dormant sirenic war sighs
The song beguiling, temping another kiss, plucked
on the strings of the lute you had sculpted,
your Trojan horse — puppeteer
Ten years you ravage my fortifications, your odyssey
balanced on the tip of Caesar’s scales
Ten years I deny you breath
You cannot breath, your sails harboring on the shores of rivalries
embankment
I braid history, on a kiss unpracticed, the peplum veiling, an
unadorned cathedra, sovereignty my bleak unvarnished crown
A battle drawn in the sands, the winds of time — will
writ the legend of the rake and I
Our legend as old as time, “I must breath or die”
Echoes trumpet, the sieges forlorn reply, “we are all born to one day
die”
Devoted foes, for a miserly unfinished kiss,
Stolen from hallowed — sacred ground
We each believed the fairytale, imbedded in the lies.
Copyright ©. R Tsambounieri Talarantas. April, 28, 2020. All Rights Reserved
