for Lei; paralyzed by her expression

For Lei

as I sat there, her beauty inspired dopamine to run through my head.

every line of her life-every sentence uttered, was poetry

her lips mouthed stanzas of our times; of all wounds and all joys.

to the injustices which reign unto ‘us’ that we had become,

to the children of the stars and of the earth she sang.

one wonders; does it really matter? who begat who? does it matter which tribe we come from, belong to?

journeys remembered in order to forget Pain that resurrected there beneath clay, formed below the wreckage of our own hand.

a servant to all, though should not wonder, could not bare; would not be possessed.

not to be corralled nor contained in any fashion.

her power so great, that when caressed; jealousy grew great in the absence of persistence, of that, which, she once freely gave.

her rejection of pursuit was stark and direct;  it was clear- leaving no open ends to be construed otherwise.

no confusion left for the rejected to justify further chase.

nobel femme fatal could bring mortal armies to their dragged scraped knees.

 

William Teague, © 2012

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aw.. so this is me...?!?!?