WOMEN IN LOVE
You have strewn gold and coral beads
All over the floor
My mind slips and wavers over them
You throw words at me
At point blank range
You thump your delicate chest
With long flute like fingers
He loves me: You say
Me
What can I say
Except that those are dangerous words
That he has said to you
Not even a handful
But irrefutably dangerous
Like a desert tree
In a tobacco brown landscape
I stand at the tip of this sandstorm
My bones breaking
Yes, soft words do all that
They break your bones
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1 comments:
Extremely disturbing poem. You write with stark words and rare imagery.
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