Trojan Love
A poem
On a sickened sunless day,
when my heart had shut down earlier than usual,
an autistic light crystallized on its entryways,
I heard a familiar knock and turned to see
a beautiful trojan horse peering through its frozen glass
Knowing well, an army of the finest lovers chuckled
inside its wooden case, I warmed myself up — just enough
to let the Trojan horse pass
Better still,
when its inhabitants unloaded in the dark numbing night,
I blended in to lead their mutinous strides —
I was wise
but willing to be fooled;
hopeless,
but bound — bound by this self-destructive compulsion
inside my mind. Nonetheless naive,
they won’t disappoint
‘No, don’t go in that chamber,’ I grabbed at beautiful Ariel’s shoulder
your Achilles love won’t impregnate an artery
I vasectomized with my own hands
I am no Troy — this city inside my heart, I raped myself
so another Trojan lover like you
couldn’t
and whatever feeling still flows through its fissured valves
as a life insurance policy, I let wander; to rain some tears
in times when this loveless famine inside my heart becomes
too hard to bear.
