I imagine the rage began with her leaving. <br />She left for many reasons. Some good...some not. <br /> <br />Sometimes you're awakened at night by the storm within; <br />wide-eyed, feeling small in the bed's yawning emptiness, <br />you seek solace in dreams. Tangled wet sheets, set aside <br />for the wash, betray your secret: a constant yearning for her. <br /> <br />Women try to heal you with the fire between their thighs <br />but your frigid seed turns them to stone; the bitter chill <br />of a heart frozen in time hardens inside then out. <br /> <br />There's a judgement upon these dusky, lotus-eaters. You've <br />a wound which does not heal. A pound of flesh all must pay <br />for the one who walked away.<br /><br />ivory simone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lotus-eaters/
