What We Need
How many times should I need to lose you,
before I learn the rules of your equipoise - I wonder.
And how many times should you need to cast me out,
before you learn to bear my unmasked sight - You may not know.
I have already figured out this discoloration,
and, darling - it is going to kill us soon.
What we need now is to have those blades of ours again,
what we need now is to be delivered by our own Caesarean -
from this womb of pretense-fate
and see the light of our true day.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2017
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