I sail unaware
into
the ocean currents
of her life:
and
smitten, I
desire to ride
them with her.
Somewhere
along
the ocean
ways, a
seed of love
plants itself in
the soil
of my heart
and takes root
and grows—
only to perish
like
an embryo of
hope
that\'s aborting itself:
though I love
her still,
she cuts
and lacerates my heart
like a careless
knife.
In spite of
this cruelty and myself,
I look
for encouragement
in her stare.
And
at the outlines
of her
magnificent
form
I marvel:
she is
indeed
a Helen of Troy,
a Venus—
on
whose
loveliness I
so richly gorge!
But never was
a lonelier
man
more wretched
than I
am,
as she cannot
return
my
affections
with equal measure
of feeling
or passion.
I would be gladder
had she been unwedded
to another,
and could more
easily be
within my desirous
and jealous
orbit!
In time, I
never
see her
again;
and love,
or the similitude
of It—
like
some aborted
fetus—
flushes down the
toilet
and dies
with her parting
as well....