The Goose-less Gander


Do you love me?
Yes, with all my heart.
Then give it to me.
What, my love?
No, your heart.

She gave it.
He took it in his hands
and left her empty
of her source of love.

To another: Do you love me?
Yes, with all my soul.
Then give it to me.
What, dear heart?
No, your soul.

She gave it.
He took it with one impassioned kiss
sucked from her empty breast
and left her dead to anyone alive.

Do you love me?
Yes, with all my heart and soul and mind.
Then give them to me?
What, my most beloved?
No, I want it all.

She hesitated – then relinquished them.
He took them all,
one heart in hand, another kiss,
another empty breast–an empty shell.

This plundering philanderer scanned all around,
a looter searching for a treasure chest,
the spoils of his loving war,
this bird of prey
who loved to slay
whatever being loved him more
than he could ever love more than the rest,
hyena prowling Cupid's sacred virgin's ground.

But, none were there, his trophies on the wall,
not one with heart or loving soul,
not one with her perceptive mind,
left willing to impart to him
upon demand, her love, her soul,
her intellect – her gentle hand –
unless he gave to each the same
as all he stole through Amor's charm.

For all the hearts, the souls, he kept –
with all the "loves" with whom he slept –
none stayed with him to call his own.
He died himself a shell -- alone.






Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-11 at 04:48

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It is true that when either sex gives there all and one moves off, but it really a univeral poem imo. Thanks for dedicating it but really don't see that I am an different to anyone else on the planet. It applies to us all. And we all end our lives alone if we don't embrace love eventually, it is true. Thanks for your clarification but that does not justify you calling her a whore! It ruined the poem you felt in spired this one my friend. My heart is fine thanks, gets better every day and my soul is still in tact too. That is the beauty of the human being, we have the power to heal ourselves, we just have to remember or learn to use it.

Opening the channels of communication is the first thing.

Smiling at you,

Tai
2007-01-14



I have not really got a clue what this poem is all about, but it reminds me of one I commented on of yours a while back NADP! what are you implying with this piece and dedicating it to myself and Aliena? I am lost with this piece. I need clarification.

Tai
2007-01-13


Janine>K
Wow, my eyes expanded, my mouth dropped open and shivers crept down my spine... This is very well done..very nice style and layout!! Great work
2007-01-11



Thank you for the special dedication :-)
You did a great job with our comments!
Though...
He has become a she and she a he...
Hmm... Can women only be either whores or victims?...
2007-01-11