don't try to guess who this "hero" is, since it's none of you...


Love


And would I not love you,
my hero with waist-long hair,
glowing with heart's warmth's fire
and outshining heaven with your beauty,
my unknown lover,
whom I never met but always loved,
the eternal spectre of my dreams
and constant guest of my revelries
of erotic feasts and debaucheries;
but we really need not meet,
since we always belong anyway
together to each other,
haunting and visiting each other
in ever more audacious ruses
of intoxicated trips to far beyond
the limits of this barren universe.
Our love is all the life there is,
and everyone is part of it
and part of us who therein take part
by simply being constant lovers
never to let go of any weird and fatuous dream
of simply beauty never to step down
but burn forever, like your waistlong
glowing red and infinitely heart-warming
human triumph of that beautious pride of hair.




Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2010-05-29 at 16:22

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