Your deceitful tease
and illusiveness
are beyond compare;
your blind promise
has yet proven
that you really care.
How long
must my soul lowly hang
like strange fruit
dripping trails
of its fallen red juice
behind its every pursuit?
They say
only death rivals
your equanimity---
fool I was---thinking
such also included me.
I’m taught
to always love and seek
you everywhere; but
in all my loving and searching
I can’t find you anywhere---
For me---the warmth
of your sweet bosom
has never been there;
yet shall I not wander in vain
nor without a strong belief---
that from your aching judicial loins,
unfailing faith will bring sweet relief.