forbidden (written by JohnFeddeler)

the image of a beautiful woman. I could look at a woman,  
the beauty dripping down her, desire radiating outward like  
gemstones from her insides, & call her a whore. but a whore  
never looks like that.  
 
these intolerable words I write, about lust, about love, as if  
I were possessed by an errant angel who had lost her way to  
heaven. I use them like lottery tickets to chase a dame who  
isn’t looking for a hero, which means I’d have to renounce my  
knighthood to get in tight with her.  
 
woman of a splendid wantonness; she likes being looked at,  
likes being touched. she considers my eyes, my brown eyes,  
exploiting her, she touches herself, in the back room, in the dark,  
it’s her gesture of being utterly female.  
 
but she cries to know that the dream within the fantasy is forbidden  
to a nomad like me & a dame like her. she’s too far & gone from me  
to see the brown in my eyes, which is deeply tarnished gold. she  
cries; I have felt her tears. yet it’s my greatest sin that I can’t love,  
or I won't-  
 
I sleep where the gutter is paradise  
 & the only light is the darkness…  
 
 
(artist unknown)