Dear Lady, <br />loquacious in your speech, <br />the total conquest of my mind <br />objectifies belief, <br />in my hands a ribboned scroll, <br />it's parchment coarse and dry <br />the words above your royal seal <br />deeply wounds my eye. <br />What decorum or habitat reveals <br />about survival of my caste; <br />the potency of unseen lines, <br />the indignities of class. <br />With fluency of tongue <br />unsaid words claim my strength; <br />you deny me rest <br />in beds of virgin innocence, <br />you deny me thought <br />despising my crude ignorance, <br />you deny me love <br />and the complexities I crave <br />bolting the chambers <br />of your unused heart <br />and watch me pound in vain.<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beds-of-virgin-innocence-love-letters-to-a-lady-of-renown/
