Sometimes I wonder, who am I
The woman in layers
Or the woman I was unraveling
In the throes of love
As I brood over it
I never knew
I had such passionate aggression
And then that nightmare
I slipped back to my solitude
Traumatized and slivered
Every touch has become insipid
Every confession of love, bogus.
Somewhere, I seek a greater connect
Something transcendental
What is it, I can't find
Still I feel, that will be my becoming.
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