NaPoWriMo – Mara Lucien

Dichotomies

I do not see you. I do not admit
That you exist.

What do you do when someone on your list
Is dead?

I’ve shunned my birthright long enough.

Things fall apart — this is the final law.

I think I’ve made a friend of the abyss.
We’ve stared into each other long enough.

Some doubt Love’s valor, but this much I know:
Her voice is heard in the uncharted deep.

Be mine, and more than mine — be truly yours.

My woman’s shape is power and lack of power

It’s fit we dedicate this holy day

Peace, my beloved, and say not a word.