She wakes me in the night. <br />Her face burned in my eye, <br />Like a cataract. <br />My arms go slack. <br />Who am I? And I am what? <br />She wakes me when I day dream. <br />She's a goddess. <br />A whirlwind. <br />A maven. <br />I'm not in love with her. No. <br />I'm not a part of her. No. <br />I want to be her. See her. <br />Know her. Be of her. <br />But someone said, <br />'God is dead.' <br />So, maybe she doesn't <br />exist at all.<br /><br />Tina Sena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idol-5/
