Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Olenus to Lethaea

You asked love weightier
than blithe indifference; I have
attained—no more pursuit
of giddily withheld affection.
The keening flame is tempered,
tamed. That bath is cold which
might have boiled. For you
I have abandoned friends
and concubines, for you
embraced this fate of clot
and calcify (not to say impotence).
I whisper in obdurate ears,
kiss hard as marble lips,
and so commence the sacrifice
you will not sense.
I am still.


David Oestreich lives in Northwest Ohio with his wife and three children. His work has recently appeared in such venues as Foundling Review, Ruminate, and Eclectica.

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