I Cannot Tell Them About You
June 14, 2009 by ac-squall
Forbidden love, I cannot ever tell them about you
Oh no! The world – my madness – could not understand and contain!
And this supernatural love in me –only sweet insanity
In my amphitheater - can amusingly entertain!
In a one-hour session – a hundred psychiatrists
Would lose their intellects in my love poems with you
And in silence – when their heads fell to the ground–
From the asylum – I would quickly fly so far away from view.
I would be nowhere except in those blissful December days
When my love’s silly expression was horrid jealousy dressed in nobility –
In those fairy tale evenings
When your cold kisses had not yet killed my sense of sensibility.
Only you will know that I died hoping
That in the crucible of love – you had not been the persecutor.
Perhaps – perhaps – in another life – another scene of death –
My love will not be given precisely the role of heartbreak tutor.
Sitting on your tombstone now – only a stranger - will you be!
Today – I will name you for a little star in a secret constellation;
I will watch you from my rooftop every miserable night in March
But forever – the star will be little less than a dream – only fruit of my imagination.
