I Loved Another

I loved another,

Rich in her unending space,

A mother to the fairest crooks,

And looks to steeple beauty,

For she never gave a gaze away

But hooked the hungered eyes

That man despises to acknowledge.

 

I loved her once before,

When the heart was barely breathing,

I fell upon her fences,

In her fields I was bare,

Waiting for her holy sun to feel that I was there,

I loved her when my love was peeling,

Spat my speckled morsels forward,

Forced the pleasure form my mortar,

Drenched her painfully, a martyr

To great love I would have been,

If not for her,

And only her,

 

For I loved her when she left,

Wrapped in flesh; the scarves of brothers,

To a house I’ve never met,

Where I know she loves another.