Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Ends and Means

In light of dense and jealous ornament
Your temper's strident, mind rapacious,
Beyond the abstract, form's irritants,
And executing dangerous genius.
Fingers piano pointed, lips cussed shut
You tend to innocence, the pure and passion
With soft distrust that leaves untruths in cuts,
And acolytes adrift in your derision.
A body bowed, a weapon of the moon,
Pierced sharp towards the point, bent back to shield
Your chest, your tissue folds, the guarded boon
Of womanhood's unseen, unvalued yield.
If truth is forced we lose ouselves in truth.
Pursuit of love's seduction by pursuit.