When We Ruled

Resolution ends in a mayfair of this
Bespoken heart of mine – creates the
Truss to all these lands of rule, this my soul
Of longing stands before your presence
While pleading for dismissal of my marrow
Between the deep visions of your russet hair &
The memory of your ebony skin upon my lips

Release me from this wantonness of late,
Allow the sun of our ancestors to reign free
Across our bed berthed from the legacy of this love
We’ve created to let these lost majestic threads
From which our hearts unspool release as tangent
The crying desert fjords of us in flowering
Sandalwoods and the myrrh of lost time –

Adjacent these reins of power we build in a
Triptych light of agony where infinity calls upon
Itself, showered in the unjust, quiet restraint of fire
Revealing the blue fragrance of your hair filling me
To the ends of earthly limits, this symbol I hold in
Devotion to your rule and expose lamellate lands to
Attest I will always be within your august light.

 

© K. James Ribble

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