she had dreamt

when does love fail

 

her

she has dreamt her darkened dreams

grasped the shadows of her wants

need slipped from her hand,

deed

left her sanity to his profanity,

knelt not for dignity,

and but lay in sweated rut

for nothing in return

save for silence

is that, gratuity enough?

 

him

revelling in his superiority

a triumphant pant

gratifies his lust,

tumescence foregone

the wonder never wanted

satiation required

honesty denied,

what need of him for dreams

sanguine thoughts

of token thrusts, currency enough

as his sweat rimed pornography of lust

burns her quiet dreams to dust

 

epilogue for her

payment in kind but that a contradiction

she has no parallels to form objectivity

this is her life,

should this then be hers  for the term of,

what is the after?

no escape from a midday matinee of existence

even the clothes she washes have no dreams

no lace, velvet or silk

mundane, pattern-less and shaped by duty

turned grey by careworn drudge,

she sees no benefit in breath

only there to be more of the same

death holds no fear nor blame

no sweet young life but barren womb

schemes and love have left not a sign

only vacancy,

bereft , her lusts are only for the tomb

Reviews

[Nicole Hellene]

The emotionless man, trained by society to feel no pain hence feels no love, attains power through sex and turns a blind eye to the women in his life whose hearts he has literally stolen. I know it's tough being a guy, society tells them they can't cry, but everything they make boys go through to become men makes them more than dogs, makes them wolves, and it's the girls who love them that suffer. I don't know what to do for guys like these except sit back and watch, because they don't think they have a problem and they don't want anything from me but to lay down and shut up or leave.