Love requited but unsaid
Love unneeded traitorously heeded
Surplus to my requirements
Your face haunts my surrounds
Loudening every silence
Love unrequired but much desired
On love’s lawed oceans, I flawed pirate
Wash my hands in the cup of you, Pilate.
Love unsaid, never uttered
Never to usher down aisles
Never to be gushed over
Never to be pushed, bowled by over
Never greygrowing together forever older
Yet smouldering at breast the shoulder’s heat
Sensations shooting down limbs’ lengths.
I am enflamed and envenomed
Letters penned thousands, never send them
Love which fetches itself to silent orders
Love which avenges itself, law’s disorder
Love recommending itself strong as a boor
Without a word passing to spoil its purity
I imagine my door breached
Your feet squeaking along my floor
Your arm in lunar armour lightly fringed
Like a peach’s cheek
I will you here, my raven and visitor
My casked feelings, my masked visage
Beneath soil for futurity.
Sitting in a darkened room, concentrating
Mind’s hind a mound of paintings of you
That which was cut never grew straight
That which was never sewn, never shown
Likewise has not grown
I am beloved yet alone
A statue overgrown, never to foment
There never seemed a perfect moment.
Your countenance to me famous
My will is thereby concentrated
Love which cannot be consummated
All of my feelings consolidate
Congealing to a lovesick fatberg
Yet consummate professional must remain
Pain bitter, constant, ne’er waning
Worse at times, wolf bimonthly baying
Your image apports before me
A performance of skinned musicality
Your muscles and sinews dancing
Like serpents below alabaster
A sight delighting, night deleting
Plutonian shores flood with light.
Called to death by your shrill clarion
I am one of a million dead champions
Champing at the bit for your hand
Your image begins to vanish.
Alchemisland 
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