necessarily noble

trust, my insatiable master
here i find myself eating the turkey's teeth
and vainfully wondering

am i not sufficiently noble?
is it not blessing enough that i dare to love?

why do these wrongs, these evils, persistently refuse cover and show themselves incessantly, triumphantly?

has it not been enough just to hope?
has it not been enough just to dream?

but the purity of an intention is not hammered, as gold
is far too porous to accept gilt-glittered fragility

it is not enough to love

how very damning.

you must, somehow, find something beyond love
something else deftably conversant alongside

knowing that love is only the first step
we become scared to consecrate

but perhaps the other tool is simply patience
and bearing unto one reveals the other

in the morning, once this hard night is past
we will again, together, be noble

oh, loyalty's passion. quite noble, quite noble indeed