A series of poems. For you.
St Amour
In amour I feel my heart beat fast
I loath to cast your presence aside
but the spirit of St Amour battles within me.
For Mallamour’s words whisper in lust and pleasure
unwavering to the spirit of justice.
How could I move my sight away from you?
After Zeus betrayed our unity,
separating our flesh;
uniting it with false puppets.
Is our spirit destined to feel pain?
Destined to experience the tragicality
of Thisbe and Pyramus
for an eternity of silence and gloom?
Am I to be as righteous as Atlas?
Holding on the vastness of the cosmos
lest it crushes mer and Gods?
Or should I, as a Nephilim, fall?
And burn from the scorching fire of your soul?
Destined to walk as the cursed Mallamour
I dread to be,
but I do not fret,
for eros still lurks about.
