Lost Letters

Permit me, dear madam, to
Express these, these
Endless navigations of the sad heart
Amongst the jovial lights of New Orleans
I cradle a soul, wanting

Disgraced by a mortality fused
With greed
Your touch, I hunger
Your lips, I crave
Your imagery, vivid
At every morning’s wake

Oh dear madam, mercy --
Bitter and habitual, and sanity deprived
Your words, running wild in my mouth
Your whispers send shiver to my spine
Your eyes, fixated on my walls
I scream in anger, I scream in grief
I scream your name – a broken belief

The days, sanctuous
The nights, pitch black
Devoured by a ruthless emotion
Crippled by a blinding desire
A novena of adoration, I pray
Heed my confessions
My long lost ladylove
It is you, the ink to my pain’s
Pages, the coffin to my
Hope’s hope

Allow me then to conclude this,
This conclusion of no end
If you find my cravings blasphemous
The sanctity of my desire flawed
It is because I loved
And lost
But lost Love have I not