> Whispers of the Heart > by Soufriere > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Musings In Iambic Pentameter > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The rain falls as I plod along the bank Of River Ferrus, browned by silt and sludge My mind descends encompassed by this grudge Desires to lose itself amidst the dank Intensifying downpour, ever rank To see, to feel, to question, and to judge A Lady’s Heart marred ever by this smudge Of swirled emotions, only me to thank For trapping myself in this tiny tank So unforgiving; great unyielding kludge A mishmash yet impossible to budge Yet preferable to walking off the plank? For in this cage my impulses restrained Averted sorrow; friendship yet remained The evening sun shines down upon thy face As if attempting to assuage thy mood But thou reject’st its warmth, opting to brood About thy past, thy sins, thy life, thy place While I stand near, invade not I thy space For were I to, t’would be extremely crude Thou wouldst no doubt disdain my attitude And I would never melt in thine embrace Thou didst teach me these funny ancient words Which I deemed necessary for this screed In hopes that thou might’st see me as thy peer Perhaps I asked too much; the feeling girds I fear my heart shall nevermore be freed In spite of that, I’ll always hold thee dear That rainy Fall evening when you came in Drenched, torn apart, forced down from your harsh throne Your presence was so much to my chagrin I pitied you, and threw to you a bone A truce, perhaps? No, just my job I swore To ever do my best despite myself New jacket for the cold you did implore Reluctantly, I found one on a shelf How could I’ve known the joy my gesture wrought? You twirled about the room as if entranced Enwrapped within that leather coat I’d brought Spirits revitalized, lifted, enhanced Your joy addictive, could not help but smile At you, who’d be my love after awhile Three years or more have passed since first we met Since then we were quite mortal enemies At once you deemed my suffering to please Unleashing hell I never shall forget What was I then? Your ever-nasty pet Forced to stand by while your minions would tease Or worse, ignore my constant wailing pleas For rescue from the grim hell-world you’d set Though I cannot forget, could I forgive? I can, and have; for I have seen your soul That broken thing I wish only to heal The past is in the past; we both must live If only so we’re able to be whole Together, I hope we can truly deal A sunny day yet downpour in her mind Helpless am I to guide her to the light My former tormentor, now ever kind Deserves she not so horrible a plight But what can I, a mere girl, hope to bring To mend a broken soul and let it fly Unbound, unwound, unshattered; ferrying Itself on Phoenix wings through endless sky? This I know not, though dear I wish I did For then I’d always soothe your wounded heart Would you desire my hand? The gods forbid! I care not, though, for never shall we part Much as I long to see you soaring free My true hope is, in your freedom, you take me Shall I compare you to a Summer’s day? Of course not, for I know you prefer Fall Shall I remain by your side, come what may? Answer eludes, my head impacts the wall For in this dance of feelings I can see No matter what I do, my heart still fails To break through to your own, thus here I plea: Please GET IT, so my affection prevails! Maybe I ask too much of you; perhaps Your thick-headedness is a clever ploy To fell me gently that I dodge the traps Of wasting life in hopes to snare a boy But men are passé, dear; I want just you For love and friendship. Don’t you wish that too? I stole your moped; I apologize The day grew short, my presence home required Damned I the consequences or surprise You’d feel at losing that which I’d acquired But oh, the name you gave that thing was apt “Sassy” proved herself such as I rode Much like a banshee in a tunnel trapped Barely hung on ‘til reaching my abode My sister found it, threatening to squeal I promised I’d return it straight away And so I did, but my what an ordeal That purple two-wheeled hellion won the day Please don’t view me with any cold disdain To drive your moped caused me enough pain That humid moonless night ‘midst insect swarm I slunk along the trail bedecked in black When caught in streetlights, tempted to turn back Refused, continuing through stifling warm To my love’s home -- unlocked, as was the norm So many times on this I gave you flak Yet ‘twas my fortune that night; I’d attack And manifest to you my inner storm With your knife, I end you with one swift strike While sleeping; best not you see your end A way to show my love, frustration, pain Toward you; I contend we are quite alike We broken birds together never mend Yet through this nightmare, I alone felt rain So many afternoons I watch you crouch By that white marble door, tempting you home But this is your world now; and I shall vouch Your birthplace is naught but a catacomb Said you yourself ‘twas quite the nasty place Of war and want and death, fights unending Rejection by all those within your space It’s why you left. Who needs that heart-rending? Stay here with me; I’ll never leave your side Regardless what others might think or say My parents hate you, no doubt they will chide But I care not, for you’re my light and way Could it be I come on overly strong? Even if so, my heart cannot be wrong Through these past months we’ve grown closer, I know Yet still I can’t tell what goes through your head Your signals, ever mixed, fill me with dread That I’ll be dumped like winter’s excess snow Is your tepid affection just for show? Would you care if, perhaps, I wound up dead? Of course! We’re friends. What nonsense have I said? But I want more; I’ll end this status quo I’ll have you notice me and love me too Then finally I’ll open up to you Smacking you in the head seventeen times Whilst yelling “I love you!” as my heart climbs That’s my endgame, my final foolproof plan Though we’re both fools, I try as best I can I come upon you laying in your bed Magenta P.J’s, no brassiere to wear Your bosoms shift with you; I feel my head Tilt, following, though I try not to stare Those massive twin mounds fill my entire mind With thoughts perverse; my fingers start to twitch I want to fondle them, help me unwind My pent-up yearning reaching fever pitch Soft but firm, like mine, yet far more grand Bit jealous? Yes, though let my maiden’s heart Show my desire to have your tracts of land All for myself, and I will not depart For we must intertwine in bod and soul Once I confess, no doubt you will agree In spite of everything, we’re meant to be When you stood on that couch, facing away I noticed your marvellous derrière So plump yet firm – perfection! dare I say It gives your form that bit of extra flair I know you’ve groused at times about your hips They “give away your age” or some such rot But I’d give one cheek a peck with my lips If you washed first, of course; I’m not some sot Around you, though, I feel much as a drunk Lightheaded, silly, visions of your rump Away from you, my mood becomes a funk With you, words choke, throat twisted to a lump But your lumps, front and back, make my loins wet I shan’t give up, dear; I will earn you yet —R