Beds Of Virgin Innocence, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

Beds Of Virgin Innocence, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown)



Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
the total conquest of my mind objectifies belief,
in my hands a ribboned scroll, its parchment coarse and dry,
the words above your royal seal deeply wounds my eye.
What decorum or habitat reveals about survival of my caste;
the potency of unseen lines, the indignities of class,
With fluency of tongue unsaid words claim my strength;
you deny me rest in beds of virgin innocence,
you deny me thought despising my crude ignorance,
you deny me love and the complexities I crave
bolting the chamber of your unused heart
and watch me pound in vain.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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