1001010 [La Rose I Loved, AVER UNA MAR] 1000001

For a year you filled my mind with complexity.

I denied all emotions that wore my insides out.

All I wanted was a platonic bond-

But the river drowned.

I laid in the world of contemplation

Dressed in black feather, a hundred copies of me 

A murder.

I professed my love to the drawing you've possessed.

A simple work became an object of revelation.

I threw the boomerang and it never reciprocated.

It was a dark June.

I walked as the scorching sun burned my black hair.

Tears released from my eyes

As so my body.

A warm February

Seven months of your absence

And two encounters filled with pity.

I walked and the sun kissed my black hair.

And although tears shedded from my body.

My eyes remained optimisticly dry.

But on the breezy last February, you professed your once love.

Hoping to birth your past desire.

You threw the boomerang- it reciprocated.

You were astounded.

But I was not.

For five days I experienced but a dream.

Your honesty churned my stomach

But fluttered my heart

On the second tuesday you sank the Ferry

Then again, you let fear get the best of you

Darling you left me where I once was

But I know this place

 And I can get back.

In the desert I was, incessant exhaustion.

Hitch-hiking my way

Tears and pain-

Barefooted, I am no Beowulf

I slay no beast.

But I have returned

And I am present in the midst of all existence

And as I stare at the framed picture

The picture that held eternal love

I stare with revelation, I see it all.

That I am to be Beowulf

And you be Grendel.