Solitude Altitude Undermined

The love I seemed to spawn

seemed lost

Perfection poured into a tattered heart

my skin was too thin a cover

When a man was called a lover

I was out in the fields, begging myself to part

with the fear of losing myself

where other men have been found

I was not counted amongst the brave

for the cold of solitude adorned my face

no warmth would bury me in its grave

and allow me to forfeit the aloneness of my fate

Then I met you

I am betrayed by wonder

Hence at the door of this call I wander

The altitude of my solitude is undermined

Now I notice this limp

My walk is not whole

Are we supposed to be joined at the hip?

Should we be together on this road?

I know only how to retrace my steps

I’m familiar with my own country of expectation

Perfection should not pour into this lost heart

My skin is too dark a map for us to be found