Tonight's expulsion
Requires anonymity and mild discretion,
For he will not bring about the disgrace
Duly owed, long overdrawn.
I've laid my heart on the table,
My ******* soul on the line,
But you chose across the partition,
Between a sure thing and a
Mild gamble.
Even the poorest of human examples
Will surely best the most distinguished ape.
Oh how you laugh with him,
How you direct your smile to his eye.
Your fingers locked as one,
Your remarks intended for private ears.
Your poisonous kiss,
Sickening embrace.
You know who he is,
You know what you find yourself
Tumbling emphatically towards.
And yet you fail to spot the trick,
To understand the things you do.
How I long to know what he knows,
To be where he is,
To have such vaunted attributes.
And despite hours of desperation,
Following weeks of prior preparation,
Overwhelmed by innate privilege and
Blind luck.
**** this.
It's the hand holding that gets me.
And the fact that I haven't spoke in ages,
But you both haven't noticed.
Perhaps I ought to cast it all aside,
Collect my fragile mind and consider
That life makes erratic progress
Toward an incandescent horizon.
One defined by sublime revelation, and
Glorious triumph. A decision
Of colour and love, so
Enchanted, so majestic, crowned
By everlasting wisdom; a moment
Of inexorable beauty, of
Magnificent grace.
Such a thing...