When Love in Exile

                                   

                   When Love in Exile

My words have been looted

as I put my heart upon the desert

Vibrating in it's sudden new position

cold and penetrable.

Outside of it's bone prison

which gave airs of security, expectations.

What a mistake, that was

The daggers thrust between

proving the real points of the love to be real and not phantoms.

After a long walk

we both decided it would

be settled on the altar.

It seems my argument

made sense

since the starting my heart agreed

wholly and without reservation.

In the night we have long

conversations my heart and I

calling to me from it's new

residence

asking when it can come home again

weary of the cold

and trembling when a stranger

walks too closely by

I reassure - even when they peer

closely at the jumble around you

you remain invisible

my voodoo is that strong

It agrees with a wet, thumping sigh

wistful and nostalgic

for the incessant whispering

of your heart.

It wonders what treasures

the gurgling idiot stomach

is dissolving today without judgment

I understand

these are the musings of an organ

misplaced

who misses home and forgets

the pain which drove it away.

If only my brain would forget

that old library

huge and dusty as a gravestone

never throws anything out

just shelves it and adds it's placement

in the card catalogue.

However, the librarian holds all grudges

when the heart has been

played with too roughly

and keeps the pain files on her desk

constantly rifled through and

shuffled, reshuffled, shuffled again

One day I'll have enough to write a book "When Love in Exile".

You mumble over the complaints

of my heart as it bleats and moans

about it's new home

You dont hear it - it's too far away

from the Central Nervous System

for the message to be transmitted

in the proper form.

When you remember

that librarian of my brain

where the heart has gone

You stop to listen

and in anger over it's pathetic pleas

You cry

"We have not learned

So you cannot left or return".

If I did as you request

We would take back up the quest

And we all know the deepness, the reality of love

"When Love in Exile"

You break down in literary sobs

reminding the heart of the nature of it's exile

and why it's truly for the best.

Yes we both of us know and experienced the lonliness, the pathetic , the hurt-full moment, the careless, the happiless life, the feelingless thoughts, the contactless touches, the kissless lips, the warmless hugs, the unmelodize voice, the unromantic mind, the angriness manners, the eyeless looking, the senseless life, the debate less talks, the sorrow less life, the affectionless and attraction less life

All realized and understood after rupture or we may call it exile of love.

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