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.