Gentle Dove of Sweetly Cooing Breast

Green, green of eye, with strangled
cry and knuckled mouth, chasm-echoed
tricks of thought, devil-filled,
of shadows in the dark

Behold the crack of heart’s
desire, where love is thwarted,
thinking he, she seeks another,
one not he, but he his brother

He must fly at risk of thunder
from fool well-versed in blunder,
bethought a man, beheld a cripple
weak of heart and branded simple

She a kite aloft on wind, dipping
to and fro on whim, gentle dove
of sweetly cooing breast, innocent
of spurn or purposed harm and hurt

In clouds of shapes, like images
born of fire, one eye sees, but
not the other, through aching
heart afar, his passion lost on thee

8 thoughts on “Gentle Dove of Sweetly Cooing Breast

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