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"LOVE LETTERS AND POEMS FROM A MAN HELD CAPTIVE"
A Work by Death Row Prisoner Demetrius Henderson
Saturday / 2a.m
My Darlin,
During the last few days I have been overwhelm with
the daily expectations of life, I am shifting with
time to keep pace of the ghostly figures I see,
threading the floor of this prison cell. maybe they
are the souls of those who were here long before
me yet. it seems that I've become some sort of
instrument or vehicle to bring (their) message to
the world of forgotten spirits.
I've engrave my name, my life story, on the walls
like egyptian hieroglyphs here, in this modern tomb.
and my bed, a granite Sarcophagus.
When I depart. I will make pilgrimage and chant your
beautiful name while I thread this old floor, with
the spirits of those who were also prisoners.
I love you
theres no ending
to it.
D.
Sunday/6a.m
Hello Precious,
I've awaken to find an empty space beside me, only
pleat sheets of your naked body lay drench within my
bed.
to reassure and comfort my fears, my lost, I buried
my face into the pillows mingling with the scent of
last night, just holding- on to all the passion we
displayed.
I will budge
or even shower
You, linger in my clothes like a rich blend
of sweet & spicy chinese food!
Here outside, while others play ball and pump iron. I
sit alone to reflect and observe the sky. but I can't
seem to shake the medieval paintings on the walls of
Cathedrals around the world from my mind, of angels
and of Gods levitating. somehow I'm hoping that you
will apear in mid- air with outstretch arms reaching
down rescuing me from the pits of this lonely hell.
After making coffee this morning I placed my two
fingers over the cup, rubbing them together as the
mist of hot steam expose your secrets...and
for that short lived moment, the heavens open
enfolding (me) within it's depth. where your sweet
tenderness subdued me again.
maybe its foolish to love this much yet. to see each
other so little ! I guess like most men, I'm attracted
to the chase, its just that you never Tire
of Running.
Your devoted
F O O L
D.
Tuesday/ 9p.m
Dearest Flower,
It has been more than two years, and still. not a
word from you. my letters have not return so at least
it is possible that you exist somewhere.
as the days unfold I find it difficult to wait in
darkness for a reply ! I'm led by a power that cannot
be suppress. in this rule between men, many consider
it weak and a crime to express their true feelings.
but tonight, I'm guilty on all counts. tears burst-
through my Being, smudging the ink where my emotions
lay...I can't eat, I can't sleep, my belly buzzz with
the play of butterfly's and anticipation.
You've once made me popular among other inmates
here with the gift of so many letters. which no other
man since then has surpass ! now I only hide my face
in shame, ridicule.
what did I do? what did I say, to make you drift away
without saying bye ?
A deep hurt shatters my heart,
I am (now) but piece's of the Man who once was a
king in the company of his Queen. my love and need
for you will not disappear in a year - or - twenty,
despite your absence and all the obstacles and
impossibilities.
Forever yours / D.
paracleto's
The night reign
I'm trap between illusion
sleep walking upon the stage
of unanticipated HOPES
where the ghost of lonely men
migrate,
Sipping from the streams of abandon wishe's
with the skill of lost children
circling fire wood.
Uncaptivate me
comfort my agonies,
brush across my mouth
the moist of your sigh's
as if it were
crinkled petals, spreading from
A ROSE
Today i'm your Gypsy
dance with me, under
the moon'lit glow
Cascading through my dreams like Doves
breeding in season
I'm hooked
Awake me not.
Demetrius /
implume
Remembering her is to be one with the seasons
WINTER, SPRING, SUMMER, AND FALL, I'm walking alone
through snow & Ice breathing the coldness of her
departure
from me
I'VE driven many
miles pass open grass
imagining that it is her
smile, blooming like new stem Orchids
stretching beyond the universe.
into worlds where men like me
held captive, can live again upon
her gaze.
The heat of each day dwells like a kiss, her dry, sweet gentle, whisper's
reverberate
into my soul as if it was the secrets of lovers
cooing a language
known
only by longing.
Come back
Come
back, my distant female.
I
miss the way you "Sway" the curve and attitude of your hips !
complex
yet. more profound
than
the pyramids at Giza,
The nile waters surge with my love, flooding lands
that
are
barren
without
YOU
Footprints on sand held the spirit of
where you've once dwell.
in my heart / in my arms
My love
my world.
I don't even know
your name.
D./
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