"Seed of Love"

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....