TO JUSTICE WITH LOVE...

Your deceitful tease

and illusiveness

are beyond compare;

your blind promise

has yet proven

that you really care.

 

How long

must my soul lowly hang

like strange fruit

dripping trails

of its fallen red juice

behind its every pursuit?

 

They say

only death rivals

your equanimity---

fool I was---thinking

such also included me.

 

I’m taught

to always love and seek

you everywhere; but

in all my loving and searching

I can’t find you anywhere---

 

For me---the warmth

of your sweet bosom

has never been there;

yet shall I not wander in vain

nor without a strong belief---

that from your aching judicial loins,

unfailing faith will bring sweet relief.