I'd Call You Lord

This is my first attempt with the Ghazal poetry form

I'D CALL YOU MY LORD
March 2007

I'd call you lord but you don't act like one
your heart, a beast, is less, 'tis fact, like one

Your temper ignites like a match on flame
Your tongue is a fiend and attacks like one

I hold my breath and pray all for the best
I'm a rotten tooth you extract like one

Your eyes are pitchforks that uproot my heart
You mime and witlessly react like one

I long to love you and to trust in you
Your love is a snake and attracts like one

Caught as I am between you and the door
An elastic band, stretched and racked like one

I try to please, to make you glad I'm yours
Your fists I refuse to be smacked by one

I'd call you my lord, Cathe's master, king
I'd bow at your feet if you'd act like one