Lover in disguise
You'll never even get the chance
to guess at my identity
or to at all suspect me
of what I really am,
and thus my freedom is complete
to fill my universe of love
with affluence of generosity
for that perverse atrocious love
that haunts me never to leave me in peace
demanding ever overstrained expansion
unto death and beyond;
but, as people say,
in love and war there are no rules
but only limitless allowances for anything,
the tolerance of freedom is atrocious;
and I claim that privilege
to go on loving you
in safe disguise as anything
but that exaggerated lover that I am.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-04-28 at 10:27
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