The Gypsy

THE GYPSY
by Em Keli 2003

He was a
gypsy
always on the
move
wandering
from heartache to heartache
searching for that
elusive
butterfly
that would be balm
for his
soul.

Embracing the fleeting
moments
holding onto to the magic
while
he could
through loves elusive game of
hide and seek.

The eternal seeker of that
exquisite peak and
precious solace

Cuddling with
curmudgeons and cancers
tricksters and prancers
teasers and squeezers
the needy and bleeders
the leaches and bitches

Clinging to the fresh milked teat
caressing the curves of
desire
around every
corner
the thirst never sated
the balm of gilead
still
missing
the growl of deep hunger
never filled,

Prowling loves back alleys
boulevards
winding lanes
dirt paths

roaming the bedrooms
and kitchens and living rooms and bathrooms
of godesses
and charlatans
gamesters
and maneaters
savoring the forbidden fruits
slipping in and out of
backdoors and windows
stealing
peek a boo moments
of plastic splendor.

Endlessly hoping to find
her
coming away
empty handed
another bite from the
soul
another scar on the
heart.

He was a gypsy
lover
always on the
move
wandering
from heartache to heartache
using
and being used
and abused
looking for that elusive
butterfly
and balm of Gilead.

He was a gypsy
lover
lost
but never losing
the dream
wandering
and searching
into another old sunset
and another
new dawn.