Alexandria

Who is this Queen in no need of a King?

You placed on my hand a green and silver ring

The sultriness of Summer and the freshness of Spring

About you it’s always easy to say a nice thing

The boring of your horns went far beyond a sting

Loves foolishness deceived

A night light so bright

Left this young man bereaved

Bashir… how could you be so naive?

Why did you let yourself believe?

Time has gone by

But for a love that’s still being grieved

Quietly - pain is constantly retrieved

How I was misled

Those things you said

Those lines you read

Those morsels fed

The lyrics you sang in bed

Only to have my heart left for dead

Doing anything to mesh

The wound in this chest might always be fresh

Burning coal embers in its flesh

This is what’s felt and this is what’s unseen

The arduous fruits of love, grapes, perhaps mangosteen?

What about torment sitting so deep it splits the spleen?

For you I was growing ever more vulnerable, tender, passionately keen

Flowers in my bosom, which no other has smelt or seen

Questions arise from a heart routinely coming clean

Shani, how could you become so haughty and mean?

There’s no need to be obscene. Cut - end scene.

I’m slightly, but not entirely miskeen

Adoration’s tune rendered ears deaf, serene

To the tremors of a trampling tambourine

Remembering many a moment

My naked left hand can’t help but clench

The pang of love’s thirst, only God can quench

So I sit here in prayer- by the tavern’s corner bench

A Letter to God