Empty Chamber

Empty Chamber

Written by Jonathan Henderson

Monday April 14, 2014 @ 9:08 PM

Ich bin ein liebhaber, but as the gentle heart throbbing within,

How it cries for a mercy so tender and yet effervescently free

Of the sight of you, and for me? A gentle dribble of a tear rains

Down my right cheek for a second more consistent of many a

Week, a fortnight of eternal despair! I'd like to see if you really

Do read of a presence the flesh shall never appear as if prose

Within a novel or the lyrics of fair Ms. Dickinson, if I ever saw

What the fork in the road of which that laureate spake, or the

Majesty of fate which The Father said is an advice never to be

Necessary to achieve of man's flawed and vain reconciliation? 

My heart explodes within my throat, paralysis abounds, a pain 

I, well-acquainted, shall reap which I sow, and her majestical 

Eyes have it - o' how they sear of my soul's caged parakeet-type

Of despair, how I may bear against you, my love, a wisp of your 

Hair's gentle musings down my back, your lips my body's lone

Masseuse, and how I am stricken of a passion unrequited, and

I nigh see her script before me - o' what a dream my nightmares

Always conceive when that image of your invisible silhouette's

To appear, and all I am to see shall be the fear of my dry barren

Empty chamber! And as with Russian roulette, one day I'll see

That one filled of the six may fire and either kill or seal a fate

Of a heartstring, hollow, flooding it either of her my tears till 

Dry, or ending my winter of discontent till spring everlasting

Remains above the equator - never again shall a season to be

Demarcated till the day scheduled to die, for love is sprung as

Eternal, and so is God, for to we his children, it is His greatest

Heirloom bequeathed of us all.