Damsel

I want a damsel (bad)
To capture.
Or better (or worse)
To rapture.
But I’m cursed
With no dragons to slay
I must live my day
in the unremarkable hereafter
(The worst)
I need fantasy,
Science-fiction’s
Unpredictable calamity.
Obstacle to overcome
Anything but this hum-de-dum
Nonfiction existence.

Beauty on the horizon
is sighted
Fated to be alone
Why fight it?
Why must my love
Be love
Unrequited?

schwirl

Originally published in 2004

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