Jerusalem

Eviscerated and bled awhile
in what was once called love
strangely , slowly ,spaced apart
by a real-life `turtle-dove '.
Besotted ,first ,and then impaled
on the truth-cross of a word
aghast, agape, at what really was
a rhetoric of absurd.
And yet, I , stand, a bare-clad lad
waiting, waiting, in real-time
for a healing hand, a warming look
and a hug that is totally mine.....