#alexanderthegreat
I could never love you,
the way people think I can
I love you in many ways,
complex ways, simple ways, hard ways
but never the way people think I can.
I love you as much as the universe loves her stars,
I love you as much as the rain hitting your bare skin.
but never in the way people think I can.
They think I can only love someone
lightly, softly, friendly, platonically
I love you as Alexander the Great loved Hephaestion.
Secretly, deeply, intensely.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
Keep your trees, keep them for your heaven of ashen dusk
And night like the pale-faced deathmask of emperors,
No reason that the commoner to oblivion is hushed,
These old-wise woods and leaves, peopled without us.
Keep Macedonian dust lightly conquered over the breeze,
So that it shoots its tail like the centuries-sole comet,
The scorched earth left by Alexander’s mapmaker eyes,
Swung wide like his Sarissophoroi over Persian might.
Remember the lesser grove of his teacher Aristotle’s tribe,
They have only slipped their sandals off, to bare themselves
Of sound and the concourse of the foot’s impulse,
Caught the lithesome wind, to flow outside our hearing,
And muse as empire of air and loss and forgotten walks.
Keep your trees and the darkening sky through them
That remind me of the passing into the past.
Never is the poem from tongue of ***** or plow.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC