“The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility”

~ Paulo Coelho

Feed your lust upon my body

she moaned,
but leave my soul alone
I cannot give
what I haven’t got.
Do not fall in love with me,
she wailed
in her impassioned plea,
ascetic me
you knew this from the start.
I crave no one, I am a stone,
a fortress
in these lands removed,
a scabbard for
this impervious heart.
I did not seek you out
to fill this void
where I choose to dwell;
with emptiness.
I long to be the bride.
So leave me now I need you not,
be swift,
hear wisdom calling.
misguided soul,
philanthropist denied.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2003
All rights reserved.

Author notes

In conversation with someone who declared herself a loner the seed for this poem was planted. Although this is very much an extrapolation of that conversation and perhaps removed from her reality I have known others who push away those that would bring them their greatest gift. My poetic spin on that.

 Written October 4th, 2003