Unrequited Love -Copyright Robert Fullarton 2012

Unrequited love

 Copyright Robert Fullarton 2012    Taken from Seasons in the waiting game

Two strangers are separate and together in a room

Sitting idle on opposite sides,

There is a Frenchman and a Spaniard

Both speak together, convulsively

The recurrent words pour forth

From hungry lips

And the conversations come

as the silence converses.

But nothing is understood

As both are speaking as foreigners

In separate minds, mediums,

tongues and hearts

neither understand this language

so alien to each other.

 Not even the subtle gestures,

the animal signs of the body

are understood

as no mutuality is drawn between them,

for how can she conceive his love?

Conceive the mute adoration

Which cannot register within her

Even the blind man

In the corner laughs

At the senseless dance

Of one lover and one stranger

That tangle and dodge

In the darkness and reticence

Of the human passions

That stirs to kill his fever

Take the shovel

and the bottle

bury yourself

beneath the humiliation

don’t listen

to the knocks

that call

you to humiliation

Hide yourself

Within the well

Never leave

The great deep beyond,

To find humiliation

As the walls close between them

both shall go their separate ways